memory loss

lost

Xavier pov:

It's been a few days since the whole waking up and disappearing incident involving our dad, Xelqua. Well, I guess I just call him something else now... he doesn't remember. Hels has been insistent on not leaving my side too much. When I was in the tank room, I realized it was definitely him. He still sounded pretty heartbroken that I didn't trust him right away. I explained why I didn't, and he understood; he knew I wouldn't.

I fidgeted with the black and gold ring on my right ring finger, a promise ring. Hels had one that matched my aesthetic, white and red. Currently, I had gotten away from him and was just going on a walk. It seemed like I wasn't the only one. Xelqua... er, Grian had also started going on a walk. I could tell he was stressed and a bit uncomfortable with everyone being so overbearing on him. He kept looking up like he wanted to fly, but with no flight feathers, he couldn't.

My suspicion about the viscous liquid he was trapped in only proved true as he didn't age. Grian looked much the same as he always had, save for the tension and unease etched into his features. His wings, usually a source of pride and joy, now hung uselessly at his sides. His feathered ears twitched with every small sound, betraying his heightened sense of alertness and nervousness. Although he didn't have much for feathers on his ears

I approached him cautiously, not wanting to startle him. "Grian," I called softly. He turned to look at me, his eyes glowing slightly purple, a clear sign of his alarm. I raised my hands in a non-threatening gesture. "Just thought you might want some company."

He gave a small nod, his eyes flickering with a mixture of recognition and confusion. "Thanks," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. We walked in silence for a while, the tension between us palpable. I could feel his unease, and it mirrored my own.

Eventually, we found ourselves in a familiar clearing. It was the spot Grian used to love, the one he and Scar would visit when things got overwhelming. Grian's expression softened slightly as he took in the surroundings, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. He sat down on a fallen log, and I joined him, keeping a respectful distance.

"Do you remember this place?" I asked gently.

Grian shook his head slowly. "Not really," he admitted. "But it feels... safe."

I nodded in understanding. "It is. It always has been."

We sat there for a long time, the silence between us comforting in its own way. Grian's feathers rustled slightly as he shifted, and I could see him starting to relax, if only a little.

"Scar is too cute. He reminds me a lot of Taurtis though. Taurtis mixed with Sam," he said quietly, drawing in the dirt with a stick. He mentioned a name I didn't recognize.

"Who is Sam?" I asked with curiosity, watching him freeze slightly before continuing to draw.

"He was... He was a friend, I think. A rabbit hybrid, albino except for his hair which was brown," he explained. I looked at his drawing and could tell he was depicting whoever he was talking about."I'm pretty sure he dies his hair. "

"I don't know why but... he scares me. I have a feeling he did something when I was back in Japan." This surprised me; I didn't know he had been in Japan.

"Japan?" I echoed, my curiosity piqued. "What were you doing there?"

Grian froze slightly, staring at the drawing he had created. I could see his eyes flick back and forth to the little details. "I don't... I don't want to talk about it," he said definitively, scribbling out the drawing of Sam. "I don't want to remember," he mumbled, eventually getting up and dusting off his legs before going over to the river and laying down to watch the water.