The Memory of the Artifacts

Chapter 3- Finding the Lost

 I finally did it, be proud of me. I felt lazy, but I finally got up and started writing.

~Rainbow Steve's POV~

I shoot up in the bed, instantly regretting it as pain shoots through my body. I feel my right hand being held, and when I look over to the side see Sabre holding my hand while rubbing the back of it with his thumb. He's asleep, using his other arm as a pillow. I slowly remove my hand from his, cautious to not wake him up. I finish getting free of his grip and a soft blush covers my face (Oh no! Can't have FavreMyRainbow in a BlueBow fanfic! Better change that) and I try getting out of the bed.

As soon as the bed moves Sabre wakes up, and he immediately rushes to my side. "Rainbow Steve, you're okay!" He says while hugging me softly, mindful of my injuries. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine. I had these... Strange memories after that happened." I explain after he pulls away from the hug.

He gives me a concerned look as he places his hand gently on my forehead. "What were they about?" Sabre asks while retracting his hand. I close my eyes and lean back down onto the bed slowly with Sabre's help. "First I saw me and a Blue Steve in a field, talking about how we almost got all the artifacts—" I get cut off by Sabre the second I say artifacts. "Wait wait wait; artifacts? What are the artifacts? Elemental Steve was asking you about them before and you had no idea on what they were!"

I remember that happening and I open my mouth to say an explanation, but close it again. I do the same thing again, and when I try the third time I actually get words out. "The artifacts were objects that held the power of a Steve. The blue had Blue Steve's powers, the red had Red Steve's powers, ect. I had to find them not long after I was created, and when someone had all seven of them they had ultimate power. The power I was supposed to use to defeat Nightmare Steve... And I did, but he kept coming back. Nightmare Steve and Dark Steve were both after them, doing mind tricks and all kinds of stuff to get them from me. I had to deal with one of my friends, Green Steve slowly being taken over by Dark Steve.." I say the last part quietly, and Sabre just looks at me like I'm crazy.

"How do you know this? Wasn't something blocking your memories from before I met you?" He finally asks and a slow tear falls down my face as I think back about what happened in my memories. "When I was unconscious, something happened and I got my memories back, as if I was actually watching everything that happened in my life." My eyes wonder around the room I am in and I realize that we are back at the house. "I took you here to clean up the wounds you have." He says matter-of-factly. I glance down and see white bandages wrapped around my upper chest, at some spots with a tint of red.

"T-Thanks Sabre," I say while seeing my old shirt with a tear, and a crimson red circle around the tear. Just the sight sends shivers down my spine. He nods and we sit there, comfortable silence filling the room. "Sabre, can we go on an adventure?" I ask, breaking the silence and thinking about where I want to go. Almost instantly Sabre shoots worried looks at me.

"I don't think that is a good idea Rainbow Steve, you are still—" I completely cut him off, just as he did to me earlier. "Please Sabre? I just want to get out of here, do something else! We can take a break whenever you want." I am practically on my hands and knees begging; and I probably would be if it didn't hurt to move. Sabre sighs, and I can tell he is slowly giving in. "Fine... Let's go.." He said while getting up; just to help me up.

I wince in pain as I get up, slowly starting to regret my decision. Once I am sitting on the side of the bed Sabre takes a pause, and I notice a long mark on his neck; halfway hidden by his onesie. "What happened to your neck?" I ask and be starts to walk away. The second I say it he pauses and then turns around. "When me and Memory Steve were fighting, I got it. But don't worry, I'm fine; I'm more worried about you." He looks at my chest before he reaches for one of my clean shirts. He tosses it to me and I slowly more, pulling it over my head.