Story: MEMORY

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I am here with another tale. This Fantastical Romance is tempting, intriguing and exciting.

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MEMORY

‘Lucille Roe’ Jack breathes ‘I've been searching for you for fifty years’

Lucille scrunched her nose. She didn't know Jack. All she knew was that there was a fifteen year old boy in a particular hoodie that took the colour of the night sky. Lucille backed off ‘Excuse me? Do I know you?’

‘Lucille,’ Jack steps forward, earnestly ‘I'm Jack. Jacky. Don't you remember’

Lucille's heartbeat beats another rhythm. Her lips quiver ‘I don't think I know you’

Jack spun around, lost in thoughts. Lucille should have taken her escape and ran back home. But the more steps she took aback from Jack, the more she felt gravity weighing on her. Lucille stared at him, her eyes desperate and despairing. It took minutes before Jack takes a step closer again ‘Lucille Roe, I am your prince'

‘What the hell are you saying, dude?’ Lucille scoffs ‘A loose screw or two, I guess’

She walked away, her steps faster with every heartbeat. She turned back and he had disappeared. It frightened her. What if she had imagined him? Like the stories that she always imagined but never lived. She's lived lives and seen worlds beyond perception and Lucille was just another Nova Scotian girl who had maple syrup with her pancakes in the morning.

That night as she cleansed her face with the strawberry scented face wash, the lights went out. Lucille yelled ‘Mama!’ Mama didn't answer. Her heartbeats pounded in her, creating catastrophes in her. She heaved a strawberry scented sigh and reached her hand out for her phone. She did not feel her phone but a hand in hers. She pulled it to her and through the moonlight she saw Jack or Jacky as he introduced himself. 

Jack leaned over her ear, whispering as if someone would hear them. It was only them and yet he was whispering ‘Lucille, I know you don't remember me. But don't you feel like you know me? Don't you feel like you trust me?’

Lucille's grip on his hand tightened. Her body shook ‘I'm afraid so’

‘It's all right, loveliest Lucy’ He looks her in the eyes ‘I couldn't ever hurt you. I'm here to make you remember’

Lucille inched forward ‘Jacky,’ She felt the familiarity ‘I'm scared’

Jack gave her a little smile. He inched forward until the tip of her nose touched his nose. Lucille felt a fever burning in her body. Her arms circled around his neck, her feet as if sculpted, heels remained. Their eyes close. He tells her ‘Lucy, you still love strawberries and chocolates, don't you’

Lucy smiles ‘Yes?’

Jack holds her. He tells her ‘Luce, you are my princess’

Lucille felt puzzles scatter across her mind. But her heart beat knowingly. Jack went on ‘They cursed you on our wedding day. You are Lucille Dorothy Haniman Ciao Angelica. You have the powers of goddess Angela. You've fought 2010 battles. You were given immortality by the Hermit dwelling at the rooftop of the world, Pamir. You banished battles after the 2010th battle. But the vile trinity cursed you. You have to fight the 2011th battle’

Lucille's eyes opened. She found him looking down at her. Her palms touch her face as she steps back from him. There was no more face wash on her face. She saw him in the sunlight, not the moonlight. Lucille looks around to find herself in a room that has only one window. It was likely to be a tower. Lucille walked towards the window but never reached it. Her feet hurt and yet she lost no heart. Jack seizes her, pulling by her arm. Jack pulled her and brought her to a mirror. 

Lucille was not wearing her pj's. She was in a satin gown, black boots and a ring glittered on her ring finger. She stared at it and then glanced at Jack. He looked at her, nodding. He leaned on the wall and sighed. Lucille takes a step towards him. She heard in her head Lucy, I love you. Lucille was sure that it was his voice. She took another step and she heard again that I would take Lucille Dorothy Haniman Ciao Angelica as my princess. She took a step once more and she heard Lucy, I have no one but you. Shall you ever be taken from me, my love?. Lucille whimpered. She didn't know why she couldn’t remember him. 

Lucille strided into him, her head above his heart, she could hear his heartbeat. Her eyes closed and she could see him. His green eyes and the golden curls falling down to it. She could see him in green armour, riding horses. She saw him everywhere and when she looked up at him, tears rolled down her cheek ‘I can't remember you Jacky’

‘You can know me again, can’t you?’

She confessed ‘I'm afraid’ and her head above his heart again, she couldn’t hear his heart beat. When she opens her eyes, she finds herself in the battle field. Lucille got to feet. A woman in pink armour threw her a sword. Lucille ran down the valleys, away from the battle and came face to face with the creature that had the longest hair and pitch red skin. Lucille dived the sword into it and she fell to the ground. Her eyes closed and when she opened again, she was in her bedroom and she was going to be late for school. 

When Luicille looked in the mirror, her eyes were blue and not green. Her fingers pierced into the green in her eyes and her entire self melted into the green of her eye. When she had her eyes again, she found herself on a meadow but the meadow had bluegrass. Girls on horses rode around her, rejoicing ‘Our princess has returned!’

Lucille got to her feet. She took the sword and went with her people. She fought the witches that sculpted Pamir. One dive off the sword through the saffron skinned witch, her heart gave a painful drumroll. She crumpled into herself like a piece of paper, her queensmen circled around her, humming tunes of varied frequencies. Boiling tears rolled down cheeks to her armour, melting it. 

The ground beneath her feet shook and she inched away. From the centre of the Earth, her Jacky arose. She watched him untangle himself from the wines and when he pushed away the final wine that held him captive, the blue from Lucille's eyes faded into green. As he walked to her, Lucille remembered. When he took her up in his arms, she felt herself able to think. ‘Jack Roe, I remember’

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