She retrieved a cake she had stolen a few hours back from a stingy bakery, and unwrapped it fdrom the teatowel. Mouth full of chocolate cake she spoke,”You are going on an impossible task for someone you don’t even know. He didn’t tell you that you forget, and I don’t care if it was you’re your benefit, you deserved to know Amara. Everyone deserves to know about themselves. Amara, I’m trying to do whats best for you. Give up. GIVE UP. T’is a beautiful thing, giving up. You are relieved from all your pressures. On this Elias man, it is most likely he is dead. I would not bother,” she picked up the small remainder of the cake and offered it to me. I shaked my head, to busy considering what Zephina had just said.
I was still sure of one thing, “I trust him. If anything I trust him. And I will find this man.”
Zephina rolled her eyes, “The best dectevtives, masses and mounds of people have tried to find the Queen and her fiancé,”
“Fiancé?” I interrupted.
“I forgot that Elias was the fiancé. The story of the Queen and the fiancé, “ Zephina waved her arms as if expecting me to know what she was talking about, but I shrugged, “Ugh. What is wrong with you? It is like that uncle of yours has kept you in a hole for a hundred years. Forget it. As I was saying, for 50 years people have tried from far and wide to find the two. What makes you think you can find him?”
I ignored what she had just said. I was going to find this man, I didn’t care if she came with me or not.
“Tell me about the story,” I said.
“Hmm..” Zephina yawned rather rudely for a woman in public. Wait a man.
“Tell me about the fiancé. Elias.”
“I didn’t really pay attention in the history classes.”
“Tell me about the man,” I repeated, coming out as more angry than it was intended. She leaned on the river railing and sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes once more.
“The man, Elias, was a boy when the future queen of Faecham first saw him like that. He was the son of a long line of royal cooks and was quite taken aback by the attention, preferring not to be seen in public (though as with everything, the relationship was very much in the public eye). Some people didn’t like it, saying the future Queen Ximena should marry a cook but the queen was stubborn. 2 years after a very turbulent rule she announced her marriage. They both went missing, never heard of again. Personally, I think it was good. She was a terrible ruler, from what I heard. Horrible and spoilt rich brat, like all of them,”
Zephina scowled at a little boy staring at us with wide eyes and muttered a colourful world of words before striding over the bridge. As I was yet to know the direction of the vast city that stretched all around the valley of the rivers, I had no idea where she leaded me. She was right, I needed her. But I still did not understand who she was and why she stole when she seemed like a woman who had all the oppurtuniets in life. It was dangerous. I should not have been so quick to trusting complete strangers. But I needed her. Only until I learnt the paths of the city.
That was a problem for another day. For now, I needed to devise a plan to find this stupid, stupid man. I searched through all the little details while we sat in comfortable silence at the restraunt I had offered to pay for. But there was nothing in the stacks of information, no leads, nowhere to work. I could see no candle in the enveloping darkness that clouded my thoughts.
And as I mixed the food with a silver in a loss of appetite, I remembered that the darkness clouded my memories too. I couldn’t pinpoint the date or the time, but the more I thought about it, the more I felt the true extent of the holes. I had no memory of parents, no memory of schooling or of why I had a blotchy mark behind my right ear. And I had no-one to help me, no one to tell me what I had forgotten. The worst thing you could do to someone is not to hurt, it is to make them forget that you have broken them. That is my philosophy for life.
As I delved deeper into the depths of my darkness, I found a scene where Uncle was sitting in his armchair by the fireplace telling me about my amnesia on numerous occasions. He must have told me. The irony was I forgot. My heart dropped further down into holes I was seemingly blind to.
SOME NOTES: I HAVE DECIDED TO CHANGE SOME THINGS
: ELIAS IS ELIAS’S FAKE NAME (FUTURE ME YOU BETTER GET THIS)
: I DON’T WANT ELIAS TO BE KNOWN AS THE FIANCE JUST YET (IT GIVES TOO MUCH AWAY AND IT MAKES IT REALLY HARD TO MOVE THE STORY ON). I WOULD CHANGE IT RIGHT NOW BUT I HAVE WAY TOO MUCH ENGLISH HOMEWORK ON KHULIAS CASAR (FUTURE ME, I BETTER GET A GREAT SCORE ON THIS)
: OK THIS WOULD REQUIRE A FEW CHANGES, SO THE LITTLE SCENE WITH THE MAN AT THE PUB, HE CAN REVEAL SOMETHING ELSE? SOMETHING STUPID THAT MAKES THEM BOTH ANGRY.
: I ALSO FEEL LIKE I’M REPEATING TOO MUCH WITH DESCRIBING STUFF. SORRRRRYYYYY FOR THIS CRINGE.
: DON’T MAKE THE UNCLE OUT TO BE A EVIL GUY. YOU WILL HAVE TIME FOR THAT LATER. REMEMBER HE IS A GOOD GUY.
: AND MAKE ZEPHINA AND AMARA HAVE AN ARGUMENT. T’WOULD BE FUNNY. I’LL DO THAT TOMORROW.
I’d noticed that we didn’t talk very much, throughout the time it took to get to her muddy shack. But I was in no mood to fill the silence with talk that would only further hurt my already pounding head.
I was to ask her to leave next week, it would do no good for me or her for Zephina to say. She would have finished being debted to me by then, I would have learnt the ways of the city and we could part. She was only making me falter and she was too... strange. There and then, we will part. I would tell her tomorrow.
I could hear the fireworks and the drunkards clashing bottles compiled with the steady patter of the rain. I was getting sick and tired of the celebrations, could it not end. And, though this was more of an excuse, it was keeping me awake. I begged for sleep, but the bangs and patters would not allow for it.
Futher annoyed, by the loud snores of a sleeping Zephina, I rose from the space on the floor (which I had somehow offered to sleep on again) and walked into