Switching roles <(A Garmau Fanfiction)>

My New Life

Diaries: Aphmau's pov

"Lady Aphmau, you are an incredibly important person here, so I believe it is necessary that I inform you of the life you lived here" Garroth stated, he seemed kind of wary about the whole idea of losing his Aphmau and getting a new one from another dimension.

"Garroth, I know this may be off topic and not too important, but you don't have to call me 'Lady Aphmau' just call me Aphmau, leave out the lady part." I told him. He smiles to himself and nodded.

"That's exactly what she said to me, a few years before she vanished." He said, still smiling.

"So, what was she like?" I said, smiling back at him.

"You were incredible, in fact, you actually turned out to be Irene herself, also, don't try taking in all this information at once." He told me. My eyes widened

"Wait, I'M LADY IRENE?" I yelled in shock. Garroth took a deep breath and responded.

"Well, she was, I don't know if you are... but anyways. You have four kids, but three of them are adopted. The oldest one, Levin, is the current lord of Phoenix Drop. Malachi was adopted as a ghost, then after a freak potion accident gone wrong, he became human again, I think he's somewhere over 800 years of age, but don't worry, he looks about Levin's age. Lilith is about four or five years old, you adopted her about three years ago, I was never sure how old we was when we got her. Elena is your youngest, also, the only one who isn't adopted, she turned three recently." Garroth told me, explaining what each of my kids looked like in careful detail.

He started telling me about how once, I had build a treehouse, and about how I had fallen off the tree and how he had caught me.

I smiled, he clearly enjoyed telling me my memories with him, and about how reckless I was when I was in charge of an entire village, it was small, but it still meant the world to him, and was the only real home he ever had.

"I remember when you had planned your friend Donna's wedding. She was getting married to Logan, who had recently become a werewolf. Zane was the priest, orders of Donna's psychotic cat obsessed mom, and they forced me to wear a suit. I didn't show up until after the wedding, sometime after Logan and Donna had their first dance, Dale was drunk, and hitting on his own wife, I still find it funny. You had been so happy I came, and we danced for a while." He recalled, smiling softly at the fond memory.

"Oh, that reminds me, the Aphmau from this dimension kept a journal, like an autobiography, of everything she did, perhaps reading that could help you better than me telling you everything she did, it's on the that desk over there" he told me, pointing over to the large book on the desk. I walked over to the book, Garroth followed me over to the desk. He stood next to me, reading the book over my shoulder.

"Do me a favor Garroth, tell everyone I'm sick and that I'm resting, make sure I don't get any visitors until I can really act like her" I told him. Garroth nodded, he stepped outside the room, turning to me before he closed the door.

"Her clothes are in he closet, you should probably put something else on if you wish to fit in" he pointed to a door near me. I looked down, I was still in my clothes from back home. I
put a bookmark on the page of the journal, then went to the closet to see what I should wear before discovering more of who I had to be.