Somebody that you used to love

Memories

Ok, enjoy my little petals! I've finally got round to writing this. I'm sorry! 😬 Thank you so much for the comments!!! I do so love them! There are so many Mergana fanfics out there, so thank you so, so, so much for the 200 odd reads! Can we get up to 250? ❤️❤️❤️

Her eyes opened to reveal the forest floor. There was dirt beneath her. It was cold. The wind bit at her cheeks, turning them numb. She sat up, and looked around her. She was in a clearing, meaning she could be easily be spotted by bandits. At this moment, it didn't occur to her she could kill, or at least injure the bandits with her magic. She had temporarily forgotten who she was. 'Who was she?' This thought hit her like a tidal wave. She decided to ask herself questions to remind her of her identity.

"Ok, let's start easy. What colour is my hair?" She asked herself.
This was of course something she should have known at the drop of a hat, but she found herself scrabbling around in her memory for the answer. She realised she didn't know the answer. She reached over to her ear, and pulled a strand of hair out from behind it. She stared at it as she twisted it between her fingers. Black. Her hair was midnight black. She remembered this! The memory came back to her. Ok, she could do this.
"What colour are my eyes?"
She thought for a minute. She looked around her as she tried to remember. She looked at the auburn leaves on the ground. Auburn? Were her eyes auburn? No. They weren't. She continued to look around. Brown, like the trunk of the mighty oak tree in front of her? No. She began to fear she wouldn't remember. In a last attempt, she looked around once more. Something caught her eye. A single blade of grass blowing in the wind, as if it were dancing. Green! Her eyes were green! She jumped up from her place on the floor, and grasped the blade of grass. She squealed in delight, and jumped in the air. She hadn't jumped like that since she was a little girl. A memory came and hit her, like a slap in the face. She was jumping, jumping on a bed. There was a blonde boy bouncing next to her. He was a little taller than her. Who was this blonde boy? Was he a childhood friend? A cousin? No, he was something more. She felt some kind of connection with this boy, even though it was just a memory. Not knowing her relation to this boy was driving her nuts! Who was he? Who was he? Who was he? Arthur! That's who he was! Her adopted brother!
"Brother."
It took her a moment to realise she'd said this word aloud. It felt weird in her mouth. She had an adopted brother. No, wait. He wasn't her adopted brother.
An image of Uthur came to her. She remembered something about this moment. She knew exactly who this man was. He'd betrayed her. He'd hurt her. He'd tied her up, and left her in a dungeon. Even though she wasn't sure she knew who she was, she was sure she hated this man.
The image started to speak. She couldn't really comprehend what was being said. She managed to gather a few words that scared the life out of her. She put the few fragments of the sentence together, and came up with this:
uthur was her father.
She couldn't believe this. That scum bag was not related to her! Another thought came to here. Arthur was Uthur's son, and Uthur was her father, so that meant that Arthur was her brother! She had a brother! She had to find him.

She wandered for days, desperate to find her brother. After a week of eating berries, nuts, and insects, and drinking stream water, she came across Camelot. This triggered something in her brain. It was as if massive tank that had reached its brink, and exploded. All her memories came to her. All her friends, all her family, all her foes. She had to see them. She had to get to them. She became overwhelmed. She began to hyperventilate, before passing out.

"I had no idea. I'm so sorry." Merlin said, staring at the floor, not daring to look at her. He finally tore his eyes away from the wood panels that made up the floor when he he heard her crying.
"You have nothing to be sorry for. You have been nothing but kind, given all the horrible, horrible things I've done to you. I'm a bad person, Merlin! I'm a terrible person!" She yelled through her tears.
"No. No, you're not. You just... Did some bad things. Alright, terrible things."
Truthfully, Merlin believed every word he was saying, and he hoped she believed them too. He got up from his stool, and sat on the edge of her bed. He moved closer, and carefully wiped a tear from the corner of her mouth. And unlike last time his fingers met her lips, she was left wanting more, but this time when his fingers brushed her ruby lips, his followed.

Finally got to the romance part of this tagged romance story... 💗 more coming up. I will find the strength to update tomorrow!