Forgotten Memories - Douxie Casperan

Chapter One!

 Welcome to this world and this story! I hope you vote and share, it means a lot to me.
   The reason this story is named "Forgotten Memories" is because after nine centuries, Douxie Casperan doesn't remember much of his early life and childhood. He never explained how he came to be with Merlin, and when I see a story wtih missing parts, I write about what I think or want to happen.
Pls read Finding Home Again, too. If there is anything (movie, or TV show) you'd like me to write about, I'm open to suggestions if I know the show.

  Pop hoisted little Douxie up on his broad shoulders, laughing. Douxie wished he could laugh as loud as Pop could, but no matter how hard he tried, his voice was too high and soft.

   "Are we going to Mam?" Pop asked loudly. Douxie grinned. "Yep,"

   Mam turned around, her face glowing. "Maximillion, put Hizirdoux down, please."

   Douxie was placed on his feet in front of his mother as she hid her arms behind her. Immediately curious, Douxie reached for her hands, trying to see what she had. She laughed, and showed her what was in her hands.

   An orange.

   Her son's eyes widened and he gasped, awestruck. "Really? Is it real?"

   She gave him a kiss. "Happy birthday, my darling." Douxie gave her his biggest hug ever and marveled at the fruit. Mam placed it on the wooden table, and as Douxie stared at it, she moved to give Pop a kiss goodbye.

   He was leaving today for a voyage and wouldn't be home for one fortnight, he'd told Douxie. Douxie's messy black bangs fell in front of his eyes, but he barely noticed it, caught in his childish excitement.

   Realizing he should be saying goodbye, too, Douxie hurried over to his Pop, leaving the orange resting on the table. He didn't even want to touch it, it was so precious to him. He stretched his arms up to Pop.

   "Pop! C'n you play some lute for me! Please, please," he begged, his eyes on his father. He watched as Pop caved and brought out Douxie out of the stone building and across the grass to the house. Douxie always thought that the "house" was too big for them, multiple levels with more rooms than necessary, even with servants living in their own quarters.

   Inside, they went up a staircase and into Pop and Mam's room where there was a large bed, chests full of clothes, dressers, a vanity table, plenty of mirrors, and a cushioned lounging couch. They crossed to the couch and sat, Pop grabbing the lute that lay leaning against the wall on the carpeted floor.

   His hands deftly moved across the instrument, and Douxie watched closely. Pop's fingers plucked gently, making a melody that Douxie swayed to. He wished so bad to make beautiful music like Pop did.

   It ended all too soon, and Pop brought him back over to Mam, who was setting out embroidery needles, cloth, and silky thread of many colours. She gave Pop another kiss and tucked his hair behind his ear and he turned and left.

   They watched from the door as Pop walked toward the line of wagons and horses, waving at somebody as his pace quickened to a run.

   Mam put an arm around Douxie and he leaned on her side, holding her hand. 

   "Mam." Douxie urgently tugged at her hand.

   "Yes?" She leaned down to look at him.

   "I want to wait to eat it. I can't eat it yet."

   "Why is that?"

   "It's too precious. I need to figure it out first, Mam!" Mam laughed and returned to her chair at the table, threading a needle. "What is it that you need to figure out, love?"