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Aurora L. Rose

"The sun may set in the West, but come morning.. it will rise again in the East."

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a character in “Rewritten”, as played by Jynxii

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"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet." - William Shakespeare.



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Name:
Aurora Leah Rose.

Nickname:
Rose. Beauty.

Age:
Eighteen.

Sexuality:
Heterosexual.

Story:
Sleeping Beauty.

Character:
Princess Aurora. Aka- Sleeping Beauty.



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Likes:
+ Roses.
+ Dancing.
+ Meeting new people.
+ Birds.
+ Singing.
+ Playing piano.
+ Reading.
+ Writing.

Dislikes:
- Needles.
- Briars.
- The Dark.
- Dark Magic.
- Fire.
- Reptiles.
- Conflict.
- Being held against her will.

Strengths:
On the day of her christening Aurora was blessed by fairies with the gifts of "beauty, wit, grace, dance, song, and music."

Weaknesses:
Currently I'd say Aurora's biggest weakness is that she has no memory at all of who she once was. Aside from that, there's the fact that she's not magical by any means. Sure, she's graceful- naturally beautiful, and talented but those skills don't exactly come in handy against any sort of attack. In all honesty, she's as delicate as the flower she's nicknamed after- only she's a rose without many thorns. She has no real physical strength to speak of. Lastly, there's this tiny problem of being raised by fairies- she hasn't gotten out much. She finally meets someone and then she finally gets to meet her parents and then, on the day of her wedding- BAM. She's knocked out cold. Now she's the princess of a massive amount of land, who no real idea of what ruling a nation is all about- or the proper etiquette of a true princess of a royal court.

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Fears:
! Reptiles and amphibians. Frogs, snakes, lizards, etc.
! Large amounts of fire. Candles and fireplaces are okay.
! Deep water. She can't swim.



Memory:
"Wh- Of course I remember who I am! I'm Princess Aurora! What else? Um.. Well.. Obviously I was... At least I'm pretty sure that I was... raised by fairies... I remember that they are good- that not all magic is bad. I remember my mother and father, though I don't really know them to be honest. I spent my child hood in a small cabin in the woods with my fairy guardians. I've only recently moved back to the castle... Yeah, that's, ah.. That's pretty much it I believe. Oh. That's all you wanted to know. Grand. One question though, before you go? Why am I in a wedding dress...?"

Aurora is still reeling over waking up with virtually no memory of what happened to her. She's completely forgotten about the love of her life and the witch who nearly killed her and her prince.



Opinion on the War:
"One thing at a time, please... Alright, the war. Yes, it's ah... Bad. We should really get in contact with the other kingdoms about putting an end to this, yes? .... What do you mean how? How am I supposed to know?!"

Needless to say, the princess is feeling a little overwhelmed. She wants the war to be over so that she can figure out who she is and what happened in her past, but she believes that magic can help. She doesn't believe that Snow is right on this one- not all magic is evil. Some magic, like Fairy magic, is good. Besides, locking people up just because they were born with a gift is wrong.




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Personality:
Aurora is a charming young woman. Despite growing up with only fairies for company it could be very easy for her to make friends, as people just seem to like her despite having no real reason to. She likes to keep to herself, as large crowds make her a little nervous. Blame it on being secluded for so long. Not to say that she doesn’t want to meet and make friends, because she does, but she’s aware that many things could go wrong when she’s in a crowd (did I mention she is a little over-cautious sometimes?). Aurora is an extremely bright and caring young woman. She will almost always go out of her way to help anyone in need. This could be considered a weakness of hers, as she is often giving more than she should be. Because she is extremely caring, she gets herself hurt or into trouble. She is a ‘glass half full’ kind of girl, and enjoys life-- and loves reading and dancing almost more than she loves singing.

Aurora is terrible at lying, but is very good at keeping secrets. She believes that trust and honesty are the foundations of all stable relationships. She loves animals, particularly birds, because her guardians used to call he ‘little bird’. Robins and Blue Jays are her favorites. She’s a huge, huge scardie cat-- Ghost stories and midnight walks are most certainly not for Aurora. I mean, the girl sleeps with all of her limbs tucked under the covers for fear of a demon grabbing them if one dangles off. She reads a little too much, but again that's the aftermath of being alone most of your life.

Over-all she is a spunky soft spoken young woman who loves to let loose every now and again. Her fairies always pushed Aurora to be the best she could be. Because of this, Aurora has developed a complex about being perfect. Aurora struggles to maintain her 'perfect' appearance, because she genuinely wants to be the 'whole package' and honor her mother's memory (see history).

All of the above are traits that Aurora grew up with and developed before her world went to hell. Afterwards, she developed an extreme trust issue with everyone and has become a bit more of a handful. She doesn't remember who she is, but she knows who she's supposed to be. The problem is- the new Rose doesn't want to be the girl she's supposed to be. She wants to learn to fight and defend herself- she wants to help with this war that she keeps hearing of. She believes that there's no point in wearing a crown if you're just wearing it to look pretty. She doesn't exactly want to be a princess. She wants to honor her family, of course, but she also wants to explore this new world that has suddenly opened up to her. Who says she has to marry someone just because they saved her life? She doesn't remember anything about this guy she's supposed to marry.

The largest difference between the old Aurora and the new Rose would be that she has finally started to question things in life. She's no longer content to sing and dance around, woefully waiting for a prince to save her. This time around, she wants to be her own knight in shinning armor. This time around- she want's to be the hero of her story.

Caring || Honest || Talented/Blessed || Soft Spoken || Loyal || Optimistic || Spunky || Playful || Brave || Perfectionist || Daring || Guarded







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History:
Once Upon A Time, as all good stories must start, there was a beautiful baby girl. She was born as the only heir to a powerful and fair kingdom. The king and queen were loved by their subjects, as they were good and just rulers. And so the story goes that their baby was betrothed to a young boy, Prince Philip of a distant rival kingdom. The betrothal sealed the relationship between the lands and brought peace- or so they thought. On the day of the baby girl's christening seven fairies came to bless the child. One by one the fairies placed their blessing onto the girl. The first gave her the gift of beauty. She would be the most beautiful woman in all the land. Her hair would be the color of golden wheat, her lips the color of the red-red rose. The next gave her the gift of wit, for what is a pretty face without an intellect to match it? She would naturally be a fast learner and crave knowledge which she would absorb and prosper from. The third fairy gave the gift of grace- to make her elegant and regal like her mother. The fourth gave her the gift of dance. She would move as freely as water and the wind. The fifth gave her the gift of song. A voice of an angel. The sixth, music. She would never have to struggle to learn any instrument. The music of the world would be at her fingertips, no matter which instrument she picked.

The seventh fairy approached the baby to give her the last gift, but was cut off by the evil witch Maleficent who sought to take the throne for herself. The witch cursed the baby, to one day prick her finger on the needle of a spinning wheel on her sixteenth. Upon the pricking of her finger, the princess would die. Just when it seemed that all hope was lost, the seventh fairy gave the child her gift. A gift to spare the girl from death, should she prick her finger. Instead, the child would fall into a deep slumber- only to be awoken by True Love's Kiss. Naturally the King and Queen were terrified for their only child, and so the King made a decree that all the spinning wheels of the land were to be destroyed. And so they were- so he thought. Still afraid that the witch may return, the King ordered the fairies to take the child with them into the woods and raise her as their own until her sixteenth birthday had passed.

And so it was. The fairies raised the girl, and on her sixteenth birthday she was sent to the palace to marry Prince Philip. That same day she pricked her finger and was put into a deep sleep. The sleep lasted for two years, and the prince was unable to save her due to the evil witch surrounding the castle with briars and locking the prince away. Finally, the prince managed to escape and defeat the evil witch. He saved his princess and brought her out of her coma by a True Love's kiss. The kingdom rejoiced as the witch was locked away and the wedding was planned for the Prince and Princess. It was on their wedding day that the explosion blew through the kingdom. Rose was knocked to the ground in her bed chambers.

When she awoke, she was dazed and confused. Her only memory was over her childhood with the fairies and that she was a princess of a castle she could not return to. She slowly crawled out of her royal bed and stumbled over to the full-length mirror across the room. The first thing she notice was that she was in the most beautiful wedding dress she had ever seen; and the second was that her once golden blonde hair had turned into a coppery chocolate brown.

Well, of course she fainted.

When she came to once again, she had plenty of questions; all of which would have to wait. Her parents had died while she was knocked out, killed by an unknown force. She was queen now and the kingdom was looking to her for answers. Only problem is; she doesn't have any... yet.


Other:
I've based some of my history on Disney, some on Grim, and some I pulled from the air to add. <3[

Somethin New: Aurora has developed the power to dream walk. When sleeping she can think of someone and if they are asleep- she can join and alter their dreams. Her powers are very new and budding. She has no knowledge of this new power yet- not does she know that now that magic is inside her, she can learn to become a magic weilder. For now, she has little to no control over her new power.

The story of the delicate Rose has already begun to rewrite itself.

So begins...

Aurora L. Rose's Story

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She awoke that morning in possibly the best mood she had ever been in. When her doe brown eyes opened to look around her royal bed chamber, she allowed herself to take her time and soak it all in. Across the glorious bedchamber stood a half manikin dressed in the most beautiful wedding gown she had ever seen. The lace seemed to go on and on, and the embroidery was exquisite. It was then that two of the fairies that raised her arrived, each swooping in through her open balcony window. Each erupted into gentle coos of how beautiful she was going to look today. With a few flicks of their wands, she was dressed and prepared for the day. There was no denying she looked stunning.

Philip would be waking up in the guest wing, getting dressed and heading to meet her in the grand hall- where everyone would gather to watch their wedding. Philip had managed to defeat Maleficent, but not before she was able to murder Aurora's parents. Aurora was now Queen of the East and South (or, most of it anyway). Her realms were wild and magical and beautiful. Her parents before her had ruled with a just and fair hand, as she planned to rule.

Aurora knew that something had to be done about the war. Too much blood had already been spilled on both sides. An end and peace were desperately needed. Aurora pushed the thoughts from her mind and crossed over to the full length mirror in her chamber. She looked at her reflection and smiled. The problems of the kingdom could wait a few hours. Today was her wedding day. The love of her life, brave and strong Prince Philip, waited for her hand. "Alright. I'm rea-" An explosion of great force knocked the wind out of her, sending her forward into her mirror.




Aurora slowly opened her eyes, wincing at the pounding in her head. What happened? The blonde slowly sat up, gasping as a burning sensation erupted in her palm. A hunk of glass glimmered in her flesh, but it wasn't only the wound that scared her the most- it was the dark haired female that looked back at her. Gingerly, she pulled the shard from her hand and looked around. She sat in a ring of glass shards, with countless reflections of herself looking up at her. "Oh, oh my... Rose! Rose, are you alright, dear?!" The panicked voice caused her to look up as a fairy landed and rushed over to her. "Who-" "Hush dear, now don't fret. Here, give me your palm. That's a good girl. There. That's better, isn't it? OH! Good gracious! Merryweather!" The fairy fluttered away from Aurora now that her palm was healed and rushed to a crumpled heap of a fairy across the room.

Aurora slowly staggered to her feet, looking around the room as if it were her first time seeing it. A second fairy landed in the doorway, there now being a total of four fairies now- three conscious and one not. "There's panic throughout the kingdom, your Highness! People everywhere are experiencing memory loss! There was an explosion! Oh dear, oh my, what happened in here?" The fairy, Peabottom, flew over to Aurora and landed with wide eyes. "Are you alright, my Queen? Is your... is your memory intact? Do you... Do you know who you are?"

"Wh- Of course I remember who I am! I'm Princess Aurora!"

"Technically, you are Queen Aurora now, my Queen. What else do you remember?"

"What else? Um.. Well.. Obviously I was... At least I'm pretty sure that I was... raised by fairies... I remember that they are good- that not all magic is bad. I remember my mother and father, though I don't really know them to be honest. I spent my child hood in a small cabin in the woods with my fairy guardians. I've only recently moved back to the castle... Yeah, that's, ah.. That's pretty much it I believe." "Well... that's a start, your Highness. Please, are you dressed to head downstairs?" "Oh. That's all you wanted to know..? Grand! One question though, before you go?" Peabottom paused and turned to Aurora, as she had been on her way out the window.

"Why am I in a wedding dress... and what happened to my hair!?"

"Oh... My Queen, you-- you're getting married today. To Prince Philip!"

"Prince Philip?"

"Yes, my Queen."

"Who's Prince Philip?"

The fairy looked at her as though she had completely lost her mind- which, regrettably, she had. At least the part where the majority of her memories were. Rose had only a small glimmer of what she remembered in her past life. Fairies, magic, being royalty. The rest was a hazy blur. "I want out of this dress.." "But, my Queen, your wedding!" "I'm not marrying a total stranger! Please, help me get this off. Do I... Do I have anything else to wear?" The fairies exchanged glances, all awake now, and then rushed to help her out of the beautiful gown. She changed into a less elaborate, but still extremely royal, blue gown and made her way out of the room. The fairies had to lead her, because she couldn't remember the layout of this strange place.

The crown on her head was getting heavier and heavier by the second, with each unsure step she took. "My Queen! The Prince!" "Prince Philip? Yes?" "He's gone!" The fairies around her let out a gasp, but Aurora stood without being phased. "Alright. Well. That takes care of that I suppose. Can anyone tell me what's going on? Where are my parents?" "They're passed on, my Queen," "What?" Her throat tightened instantly, and although she had no memory of the first time- this had been her reaction then as well. Only, the first time she had time to drop to her knees and sob. She felt like she could, but there were too many questions unanswered. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she tried to hold herself together. Now was simply not the time to fall apart. "The late King and Queen were killed by Maleficent, your Grace." "Maleficent..?"

The fairies turned and flew away from her to circle up and whisper amongst themselves. Aurora was only able to catch bits and pieces of the conversation. "Lost... Hopeless... Needs to know... Impossible... I tried.. Magic is too powerful... If only.. Babayaga.. No! We must not.." "Who is this 'Babayaga'?" "She's an evil witch, my Queen, it's best that we--" "She's a witch?" "Yes, my Queen, but she--" "Take me to her." "But your Highness..." "Am I not the Queen?" "You are, your Highness, but she-" "Then please do not argue with me. Take me to her. If she is a witch, then perhaps she can undo the damage that has been done... since your magic was unsuccessful." The fairies exchanged glances with one another, unsure if they should try to argue their point more or agree. Peabottom stepped up and nodded quietly. "I will take you, my Queen." "Thank you."




The carriage creaked in protest of every bump that the two black stallions pulled it over. By her side sat Peabottom, looking extremely worried. They had decided against taking a royal carriage, and instead went in a simple one. Rose wore a large dark green cloak with a hood pulled over her head, just in case someone caught a glimpse through the windows. Although she had no memory of this land, her body seemed to. Her palms were sweating as if she were nervous, though she had no memory of why she should be. Curiously, Rose looked out the windows at the passing forests. "How much longer until we get there?" "Hopefully not long, my queen.." "Please don't call me that. Not here. Not when we're alone. There's really no point in it, and anyway.. what if someone heard you? Please. Call me Aurora, or Rose." Aurora smiled warmly at the fairy, who smiled sheepishly back. Had this fairy been one of the ones to raise her?

She had opened her mouth to ask, but suddenly the carriage was stopped. She could hear the uneasy whinnies of the horses up ahead of her. "What's happening...?" "I... I don't know. Stay here, my--.. Rose." Peabottom opened the door to her side of the carriage and stepped out, walking out of sight. "Who goes there?"

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The forest was quiet, perhaps a little too quiet for the young girl’s taste. Thought it was true that birds were chirping not too far from where she lied and that there was no sign of nearby danger; the forest felt uninviting and unfamiliar. The young woman was unaware of why she was lying on the dirt or what was her purpose on being there in the first place. She tried to collect herself up and do an evaluation of her most bizarre situation. Being careful she stood up; once she was on her two feet, and a bit less dazed, she took a closer look at herself.

Almost as if seeing herself for the first time the young girl observed herself in wonder, she first took a look at her hands, which unsurprisingly were now covered in dirt from gathering herself up. She cleaned her own hands with her red cloak; strangely enough her cloak was the only thing that made sense at the moment. Yes, of course she remembered, or so she thought at the moment, it was one of her most precious possessions. Granny had given it to her when she was just a child, she had said to always wear it so it would be easier to find her where she ever to get lost in the forest.

Even though she remembered her Granny most vividly, everything else was anything but a blur and a block on her memory. She tried desperately to find more clues to her unsolved mystery and she took another deep look into her surroundings. In surprise, she almost jumped when her feet suddenly came in contact with something. She let out a sound of surprise before she noticed she had almost stepped into a beautiful red apple that at the sudden contact was now almost rolling away from her.

The delicious looking apple had stopped exactly when it came in contact with a beautiful weaved basket. The basket lied nearby and was now turned to the side, other berries and fruits not too far away. It didn’t take her long to gather all of the things and place them back at the basket. It was only about then when the young girl almost fell to the ground once more, only this time she’d know exactly the reason why.

Sudden pains stroke the young woman’s head, a sudden flash with an image of a dangerous animal with huge intimidating fangs and those eyes…. To describe her sudden feeling would be useless. The word terror would surely not do justice to the sudden feeling that had suddenly overcame her. Before she had any other time to remember exactly who she was or anything else, her mind was distracted once more but only this time by a noise.

It was obvious that she was not alone, other would have probably been pleased but the young woman in red was anything but. How could she trust anybody in her condition, when she couldn’t even trust herself… whoever that was. “Who goes there?” she asked trying to be brave while holding tightly onto her basket.

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For the second time that morning, the young man opened his hooded eyelids to greet the open world. There was nothing particularly interesting about the place where he was lying. It was somewhere in a small forest that was crowded by trees, bushes, and other forms of vegetation. There was the faint sound of the blowing wind. Nothing more. The place was sullen, and somewhat dark. He scratched his forehead, which was layered in dew-like sweat, and then with his other hand, he lifted up a slightly crumpled piece of parchment with a sketch of a man's face on it. He read the entire poster quietly to himself:

"Wanted, dead or alive. By order of her majesty, Princess Aurora and her fiancé Prince Phillip: thief by the name of Monsieur Hood, also known as "Robin Hood" Wanted for thievery and harassment. Reward will be given to whomever catches this man."

He sighed. Now he remembered. He remembered everything...
He remembered the amnesia, the darkness, the poster, and then the girl. Especially the girl. It was in that order, too. He had awoken in the midst of the early morning when everything was still dark. He was lost and confused, but not scared. For some reason, he did not panic at all. He figured it was just his character. He reached the belt upon his waist to find a crossbow and a dagger. Later, the man wandered through the darkness of the forest to discover the poster of the thief man in the moonlight. He stripped it from the tree it was posted on due to curiosity and interest. It just felt...right. And then as he traversed father into the wood, the starlight danced through the trees and shone upon a figure with golden hair. The girl. She was unconscious, and Will couldn't stop staring. But why? There was something inside of him that pitied her. By her appearance, he felt the need for reconciliation.

It was all so confusing, and it was all so real.

He brushed off the leaves that had accumulated upon him from his brief slumber, and started to walk forward. He had no idea where he was going, but he was heading somewhere. He had to. Something didn't feel right. Where was the girl now? Why did her appearance make a lasting impression on Will? Why couldn't he stop thinking about her? Was she far away, or close?...

Suddenly, there was the sound of booming footsteps coming from behind him. He turned his head around, only to be greeted by the sight of two black stallions. They were close; close enough to trample him over. Instinctively, he jumped to the side, meeting the safety and cover of thick green-hued bushes. There were plenty of them in this area. He pushed himself over to his side, and got a glimpse of something strange: a large majestic-looking coach. Although it was grand and somewhat inviting, there was something odd about it...

Due to the two horses' whinnies of surprise from Will's split-second action, a woman came into view. "Who goes there?" she cried. The young man did not respond. In fact, he made no sound as he creeped silently through the underbrush. He moved out of the woman's line of sight, towards the back of the cab. Through the windows, his eyes rested upon the image of what appeared to be a woman in a green cloak. Her hood was up, and he could not see her face clearly. However, he could pick out the slight structure of her features through the hood. In other words, the way she looked with the hood on brought back memories of who she was. Although he did not know the lady's name or why she was here, Will's facial features lowered into a deep scowl. Whoever she was, he had a bad feeling about her. She looked demure, yes, but something told him she was someone not to be tampered with...

Now far away from the suspicious woman, he turned away from the carriage and began to sneak a little faster. It was then he caught sight of another girl. The girl from earlier, to be clear. Will's heart dropped into his stomach. She looked confused, and she was feet away from the coach. With a basket in her hands, she cried “Who goes there?” clearly trying to act brave in the midst of the situation.

Getting closer, Will swiftly sprinted past her, grabbed her by the forearm, and dragged her to the nearby undergrowth of the forest with blinding speed. He refused to let her be caught, whoever she was. But why? For his own sake, or for the sake of herself and the other woman? He debated that question inside of his head while he was glaring at her with intense eyes, and pressing his pointer finger up to his lips. He was ordering her to be silent, all the while being silent himself. "Stay still," he said as softly as he could with his deep scruffy voice, "There are people nearby, and I don't trust them. I don't think you should either..."



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It seemed as though the girl's second plea for help had affected the people more than the last one. The archer woman kept on shooting, while the man chased after the wolves in a fashion similar to Alice. He had injured the last hostile creature just as Alice had pulled the dead wolf off of her body. Exasperated, she gulped down air as if her lungs were empty. She could feel a small bead of sweat dripping down the side of her forehead. The girl turned the bronze sword in her hands one last time, and then managed the strength to stand up. She watched as the last few wolves retreated, darting away with incredible speed. The four of them had scared them off, and now all was at peace.

Alice sighed an enormous breath of relief, and placed a hand on her waist as she slumped over, still slightly out of breath. She looked down towards the ground, and then lifted her face up, only to catch a glimpse of the lion-faced man that lay just feet in front of her. Shock, not panic, made her shriek and jump far away from his figure. Only seconds ago, that face was a man's. There was a tail behind him now, too. She stared at him with a frightened look on her face, and then with a few short breaths, she slowly began to regain her composure.

"I'm so terribly sorry, sir..." she quickly spat out, her eyes now begging for forgiveness. "I didn't mean to, I swear..." Now she was anxious, all the while being perplexed by the man's metamorphic transformation. What had just happened? So many things...too many things, for sure.

She turned to face all three of the strange people who had just appeared. "I suppose I should be thanking you all now..." she blurted out. She wanted to say more, but she couldn't think of anything. For once in her life, Alice was at a loss for words. She wanted to improvise something, but she couldn't help it; the thought of the man's transformation was distracting her too much. She scurried up to him. Although she wanted to come closer due to curiosity, she kept her distance.

"All you alright, sir?" she asked him softly and firmly. "How did you do that?"

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"Laaaand Hooo!!'

Eric was wrestled from his nap in the crows nest by a loud shout from below. They were near port. He nearly leapt in excitement, though that would have sent him hurtling into the sea. He grinned happily as he slid down the ropes back to the main deck. The sun had dipped below the horizon. They would restock and stay the night at this port, and Eric would make his way toward the nearest kingdom. Undoubtedly the kingdoms of this land would know who he was, and may be able to shed some light on his amnesia.

The men all jumped to work hauling in sails and prepared to dock. Eric approached the helmsman and patted him on the shoulder. "Take us in helmsman!" The sailor answered with a smile and a nod. Eric waved farewell to the helmsman, heading below decks to retrieve Grimsby. He had the feeling he would need him on this adventure. He burst through the door. "Come Grimsby! We are all set to make land, and I'll need a guide to the nearest kingdom." Grimsby slowly rose from his seat with a smile. He lifted his pipe to his lips and blew a small smoke ring. "Peace my Prince. My maps show we are nearby the kingdom of Rosethorne, ruled by Queen Aurora Rose. If we purchase steeds from this port town we should be there by morning." Eric beamed. He was more than excited to learn some more information, as well as to partake in an adventure.

When the ship finally made port, a gang-plank was dropped to the pier and the crew exited with glee. Whether the men yearned for alcohol, female companionship, or a warm bed all were pleased with the stop. The port city was quaint, with not too many shops or ships docked. Eric and Grimsby were among the last to disembark, and without missing a beat headed for the horse merchant. They purchased two capable mounts and set off on the trail, leaving the men to enjoy the town life.

Come nightfall the two were still merrily on their way, with Grimsby continuing to recount stories of Eric's life. Though the fog was dense, and they'd traveled through the night, the two were in high spirits, laughing and joking about like two lifelong friends would. Eric's sword, a part of his Princely attire, bounced as the horses trotted along the path. He wished to make the best impression possible on the queen, even if they may have met before. He felt wrong meeting with royalty in his sea-mans clothing. Grimsby had also spiffed up, wearing a ruffled white shirt in an elegant blue suit. Eric felt good about this expedition, even without firsthand knowledge of his own life, he felt good about this.

"So you're telling me I was in a sailing accident?" "Oh absolutely sir, it was terrible. You sailed away in anger at your father, the King, and a massive storm hit. You were caught in a small fishing vessel, and succumbed to the sea. We found you barely conscious on the beach, this was the first time..." The adviser was cut off by a voice from the fog. "Who goes there?"

Eric raised an eyebrow. It was a feminine voice, but still quite authoritative. He slid off of his mount, grasping the hilt of his sword, just in case. He approached the voice slowly. "Prince Eric, of... uh.." Damn, he'd forgotten the name of his kingdom... "Meridian. I search for Queen Aurora Rose, of Rosethorne. I assure you, we come in peace." That went well... hopefully. He really did not want to get murdered by a group of bandits or something of that nature. He continued to approach with caution, keeping his eyes peeled for potential danger.

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Aurora sat quietly in the carriage as she waited anxiously. Was Peabottom alright? What was happening? Meanwhile, outside, Peabottom looked around for the source of the voice. It had sounded feminine and she had echoed Peabottom's own question. A ruffling in the bushes beside the carriage had drawn her attention to the treeline. When she looked back, there were horses just ahead. "Prince Eric, of... uh.." Peabottom dropped into a curtsy immediately, before he could finish. He sounded unsure of who he was, but she knew his face. She had seen him plenty of times before in the castle. "Meridian. I search for Queen Aurora Rose, of Rosethorne. I assure you, we come in peace." "Of course! Prince Eric, do you not remember me?"

The fairy came out of her curtsy and folded her wings, twisting the front of her gown anxiously. "The, ah.. Yes, the Queen!" With a small noise, she shuffled to the back of the carriage, where she peeked inside. "My Q- Rose, it's your commanding Naval officer, Prince Eric of Meridian!" Aurora blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. "Prince... Eric?" "Yes, my Queen. He is your-" "Yes, I heard you... thank you. I.. Um.. Well, I guess I should go speak with him?" "Well... Ah.. Yes, your Majesty.."

Aurora took a breath and nodded. Yes, of course. That would be the Queenly thing to do. Maybe he would know more about this situation, if her was the Captain of her Navy, after all. Aurora gathered up her dress and cloak folds and stepped out of the carriage, walking around it to look up at the handsome blonde. "Prince Eric," she said gently, though she remained standing close to the carriage, feeling extremely awkward. She glanced to Peabottom who held out her own hand and kissed it, as if queing Aurora. "Oh, right," Aurora said under her breath, holding out her hand awkwardly. "It is good to see you again." Aurora stepped closer to him, lowering her voice so that only he could hear her, "Listen. Prince- Eric, was it? I... I'm having a really hard time remembering anything. My fairy says that you are the captain of my Naval fleet. Is this true? Can I trust you?" Her eyes looked over him carefully, trying to see if he was to be trusted or not.

As the royals spoke, Peabottom fluttered over to Grimsby and began to fill him in on what had happened on land, expressing that this memory loss had taken place all over the kingdoms. After speaking with Grimsby for a few moments, Peabottom realized that Eric, too, was completely at a loss to what was going on. "We are heading to go see Babayaga," Peabottom explained to Grimsby. "There are whispers that she may have a cure for the memory loss." The fairy glanced to the bushes, where she had seen movement just moments before. "The Queen needs your protection, good Grimsby. I fear we are being followed."


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Scarlet's eyes widened when she noticed someone approach her at a rapid pace. She didn't even have time to see who it was as the person grabbed her rapidly and dragged her deeper into the forest. Had she been able to speak from the shock she would have but it was useless, the girl had been caught off guard and she barely had time to keep up with her breathing and grabbing the basket carefully for it not to fall from her hand's grip. "Wait... please" she had barely managed to whisper softly now starring at him.

Finally, they slowed down and Scarlet was able to catch her breath and noticed the young man starring at her. Suddenly, he pressed his pointer finger up to his lips signaling her to be silent, "Stay still, there are people nearby, and I don't trust them. I don't think you should either..." he said almost concerned. The young girl was lost in thought, she had thought of several questions that she could ask him, but the only thing she seemed to want to ask was whether they had meet before. She didn't know how or when but she was most sure she had seen him before, most specifically his eyes.

She remembered what he had just said about keeping quiet and said nothing; truth was she also had a tingling feeling, like something wasn't right, like she was in danger. There were noises still coming from a nearby direction, it was obvious they were not too far from where they were. Shoving troubled thought in the head, Scarlet whispered as quietly as she possibly could, "I know a place where we can hide." Scarlet had decided to put her trust in the young man, she hoped once they were out of harm's way he could hopefully bring some sense into her. Perhaps he indeed knew who she was or he knew what was happening.

Granny would have scolded her if she were to see her granddaughter being careless enough to even think of showing him their home or a place nearby. She had always insisted never to tell anyone of their location, for safeness purposes. Scarlet hoped she could understand this was an emergency as she was leading the young man to a place nearby their cabin. Somehow she had been able to remember places in the wood which is why she knew it wasn't necessarily as close to the cabin.

Once they arrived to the spot, Scarlet suspected they had somehow managed to get far enough to be out of harm's way. Without beating around the bushes as the expression goes, "have we meet before?" Scarlet asked. She continued starring at the man with curious eyes, hoping he could clarify any confusion she had up her head. "Who are you?" she continued, wondering if perhaps he was in the same situation as she was.

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"Don't stare at me like that, Dius," said a petite woman with frumpy black hair, "The hut looks as good as new!"

With her hands on her hips and her chin pointed towards the sky with pride, Babayaga stared at her newly-reconstructed house with fulfillment. After the delightful explosion that had caused pandemonium all across the land thanks to her, Babayaga's house had been ripped apart, wooden plank by plank. With a little bit of magic, the witch had managed to build it back up again using telekinesis and elbow grease. The finished project wasn't much to look at; the place she called home was simply a small wooden hut with a rectangle door and three windows. However, a more delightful sight was the beautiful garden that was located right next to the hut. Fortunately, none of the magical fruits or vegetables had been damaged during the catastrophe that was the potion failure. In the sunlight that shone through the clearing of the forest, the garden's bearings glistened with sparkling light. Anyone not used to seeing the place would have been blinded.

"Are you sure about that?" said a stiff-voiced man on horseback, "To me it seems a bit crooked."
Babayaga had called the man Dius; the name deriving from the Latin word for "day", dies. She had named him this because the man wasn't even a man at all; he was a ghost, a servant, who consistently transformed into different forms throughout the twenty-four hours that made a full day. He had three forms: a morning form, an afternoon form, and an evening form. Currently, he was in his morning form, about to shift into afternoon. Not many people knew of Dius's existence. Very few travelers had seen him ride through the forest when he summoned the sun or the moon to shift across the sky. He was powerful, and he was rare. The Dame Gothel herself hadn't even seen him for quite some time. But he was back again. He was back for a purpose that showed incredible importance and posed to be a great threat to the land...

"That's because the fence is missing." the enchantress stated bluntly, this time facing Dius. "The fence is what framed it. The fence is what made people run away from the house. God, I miss the fence already..." The fence Babayaga talked about had been knocked down by the explosion as well. It had always been her favorite part of the house. Why? Because it was made out of bones and human skulls.

"Miss Gothel, pardon me to reach out of my social boundaries midst asking this, but how come you are so calm at the moment? In the middle of chaos?" She gave a chuckle that could have been mistaken for a small cackle. "I'm not calm, in fact, I'm never calm. I am only suppressing my worry." This made Dius laugh in a somewhat irritated fashion. "Suppressing your worry? How's that?"

The witch shrugged as she began to lean on the tree nearest to her, lean arms now crossed over her chest. "With what's happened, it seems like a lot to fret over. However, here's the reality of it: in two days, what will happen? All those people...their memories will just be forgotten permanently. So what? I'm sure all of them have friends and family...relatives and others who can help them remember who they were before. And if not, well...then no harm done either. It could be worse. MUCH worse. It's not like they're dead or anything...I can assure you, everything will be fine."

Dius, now showing an expression of contained agitation, placed his hand over his temple in disappointment, and let out a mighty sigh. "Perhaps you did not understand me the first time I explained all of this to you..." The witch raised her brow in confusion and slight resentment.

"Babayaga, those people....they'll die if their memories are not restored in two days."

Sudden silence. Now, the black-haired woman's breath stopped. The words Dius spoke transformed her irritated expression into one of disbelief.
"All of them?"
"All of them, yes."

Babayaga still couldn't breath. She was shocked. Panic flooded her porcelain-white face, turning her forehead and cheeks red with fear. Since when was death part of the side-effects of the potion? She didn't believe it. It wasn't true. She shook her head and started to pace back and forth."No...NO!!! You said-"
"That if their recollections were not restored, they would not remember anything from their past, and would fail to recognize anything happening to them in the present. They would render unconscious yet again, back in the state they had experienced before, for ALL TIME..." the ghost jumped off of the saddle of his horse as he continued, "That was a grave expression for death, Babayaga! I even stated it afterwards. You failed to listen. "

She stared towards the ground and guzzled down huge breaths of air. However, she found it no use. She felt like she was choking it down instead of breathing it. What had she done? Why had she not known this before? How many people would die because of her failed attempt to change the past? She had only wanted to kill one girl, not many innocent people...
"Hold on..." said Dius suddenly, "I sense something. A whisper of some sort..." Babayaga leaned in closer as he continued, "A girl somewhere is looking for you. She-"

The ghost hadn't even completed his sentence when the violent witch let out a blood-curdling scream. Despite the cries she let out when she was experiencing unbreakable rage, this shout of distress was clearly the loudest sound the woman had ever produced in her life. "RAPUNZEL!" she shrieked, "I'VE FORGOTTEN ABOUT HER! SHE'S WORRIED ABOUT ME! MY RAPUNZEL IS LOOKING FOR ME!"

The ghost tried to silence her, but she kept going, "THIS IS NOT GOOD. THIS IS NOT GOOD!!! SHE COULD HAVE BEEN AFFECTED! SHE'LL...SHE'LL..." By instinct, Babayaga jumped up unto Dius's horse, and commanded the shadowy animal to move forward. Surprised and terrified by the woman's actions, Dius ran after his steed as he yelled to her, "Hey!! What are you doing? No! You mustn't go that way!..."

But Babayaga didn't care. Once again, she didn't listen. Maybe she didn't particularly care for those that had been affected by her mistake, but she cared for Rapunzel. She wouldn't let anything happen to her. She refused to.





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Good, another person was now approaching the carriage containing the suspicious woman. He seemed easygoing...almost relaxed. Will listened to the man intently while he also kept an eye on the girl with his peripheral vision. Eric...he was a prince. The girl in the carriage...she was also royalty. Princess Aurora of Rosethorne and Prince Eric of Meridian. Because he the prince struggled to tell the woman where he hailed from, William made the quick and inaccurate conclusion that the man wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. Maybe the dark-haired princess in the green cloak wasn't either. She couldn't remember if the prince was in control of her own navy. Their conversation seemed strangely awkward...

"I know a place where we can hide." said the girl beside him abruptly. However, her words weren't sudden in an annoying way. They came out gently, as if she clearly had confidence in what she was saying. Will just hoped she had confidence in what she was about to do. "Alright," he responded, "Lead the way. Let's get out of here."

The place where she led them was more serene than most parts of the forest he had seen. Here, the sun shined brightly through the trees, and every little detail of the woods could be seen clearly. This also included the girl. As he turned to face her, he noticed that her eyes glistened a mysterious shade of green.

"Have we met before?" the girl asked him. "Was just about to ask the same thing." Will muttered. He let his hands fall limply at his sides, and watched her as she continued to speak. He noticed that she was looking at him with an intrigued expression. The primarily taciturn man hoped that he was giving off the same impression. "Who are you?" she finally asked. He came a bit closer, and then told her.

"My name is Darkblood. William Darkblood. Other than that, I dunno who else I am..."
For a quick second, he stared down at the ground, and then continued to speak. "Now it's my turn, miss. Who are you?" Finally, a question he had been wanting to ask even before the explosion arose. He had to stop himself from asking her where he had encountered her before. Will knew that she was extremely familiar. He had seen her face in something...a dream almost. Or at least it felt like a dream...Once he finally found out who she was, what was he going to do? Hopefully he'd figure something out. A subtle voice inside of the man told him that her name would be the start of everything, whatever that meant...

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Eric took the woman's hand and placed a tender kiss on her knuckles. "A pleasure your highness." He released her hand as she drew closer to him and whispered. "Listen. Prince- Eric, was it? I... I'm having a really hard time remembering anything. My fairy says that you are the captain of my Naval fleet. Is this true? Can I trust you?" Her face was stern and unforgiving. Hopefully she would feel that she could indeed trust him. Eric raised an eyebrow, looking over Aurora's shoulder, and noticing a fairy heading to speak with Grimsby. Of course, Grim had his memory, and so would the fairy. They probably knew each other.

Nevertheless, Eric was ecstatic that she had lost her memory too. Finally someone to share in his confusion. He grasped both her hands tightly, nearly giddy with energy. "Aurora my dear, you have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that. He looked into her eyes with sincerity. "My Queen, I am just as forgetful as you. It seems i am in fact your Naval Commander, and I am at your service. I promise you I am trustworthy, and I will escort you to the ends of the earth if together we can find the solution." He knelt down and gave a small bow, showing his loyalty. Even if she wasn't 'his' queen. He was but a prince, and she was his commander.

Grimsby was approached by the fairy and was given a quick briefing. He nodded in agreement. "Indeed Peabottom. We will escort you. I assure you we will provide only the best defense against aspiring vandals." The Fairy was pleased with his response, and with a quick nod was off to inform the Queen. Grim took a puff from his pipe as the Royalty concluded their discussion. It seemed to be going well.

The discussion was interrupted shortly by the fairy, giving Eric a chance to admire Aurora. The ever present glow from Peabottom created a light, revealing the woman's face for the first time. Her hood covered most of her gentle face, but left small strands of brown hair, creating a sort of frame. She looked to be a few years Eric's junior, but her prose and posture stated that she had no less than the elegance a queen deserved. She was stunning. Through his ogling, a spark erupted in his mind. Had he ever had a lover? Grim had not spoken of one in their talks, but perhaps he just hadn't gotten there yet. Or perhaps he just had not found the right girl. He would ask Grim about this when the two were with a free moment. Until then, he was quite content with keeping the lovely company of Aurora. He had caught a few words of the talk between Aurora and her fairy. They were headed to find Babayaga, where they would hopefully find some answers.

The fairy dismissed herself, once again leaving Aurora and Eric alone to speak. "Your highness, we will escort you to Babayaga." Before the queen had a chance to refuse he spoke up again. "I will not take no for an answer." He bowed swiftly and spirited away to Grimsby. Grimsby removed the pipe from his lips to speak to Eric about their plans, but the ever-ready prince spoke first."Grimsby my good man, we will escort these fine people to wherever it is they wish to go, and we will protect them with our lives. I'd like you to follow beside this carriage and keep a watchful eye. I will be inside speaking with the queen. Be seeing you friend!" The prince turned on his heels once more to return to the queen. Grimsby chuckled at the young man's spirit. This Eric had been gone for some time, ever since he learned of Ursula's existence, and of the war. Eric had been quite stoic as of late, and the adviser was happy to see a smile light up the man's face once more.

Eric returned to Aurora, who seemed surprised, and maybe a little overwhelmed at Eric's spritely manner. He stood in front of her, grasping the hilt of his sword. "My companion Grimsby there will keep watch on the exterior of the carriage, while I ride along inside, to protect you if there should be an attack. I trust this arrangement will satisfy you?" Eric was itching for adventure, and everyone could tell. Still, he would stay vigilant and not let his excitement distract him. Though it did occur to him that his behavior may not be in the best of taste.

Eric took the queen's hand once more. "Aurora, I apologize for my behavior, I am simply overjoyed to know that I am not alone in my forgetfulness. I will curb my enthusiasm from here on out." He led her to the carriage. "Now, shall we leave this forest before something hungry comes along? He gave a reassuring smile, hoping she would think him trustworthy enough to accompany her.

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As she felt hands grasp hers, she flinched just slightly. "Aurora my dear, you have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that." Aurora raised a brow, not sure she was understanding where he was headed with that statement- or why he felt that he could call her 'dear'. "My Queen, I am just as forgetful as you. It seems i am in fact your Naval Commander, and I am at your service. I promise you I am trustworthy, and I will escort you to the ends of the earth if together we can find the solution." Rose watched as she gave her a bow, and then sprung back up like a wire coiled too tightly. "If you have no memory of who you are, then how do you know that I can trust you?" She slowly pulled back her hand, brows knitting together in concern. Just then, Peabottom showed up. With a quick glance between the two, Peabottom quickly began to vouch for the prince- sensing that her Queen was a little concerned. "Your Majesty, Prince Eric is a very close friend of yours. He has fought along side us against many a foe. He can be trusted, my Queen. He is valiant, brave and strong. He will not let any harm come to you- he never has before."

Aurora glanced from the fairy to the eager prince and let out a soft sigh. "Peabottom we don't have time for this. We need to find this Babayaga before I lose any more of my memory. I can not leave Fairies to run my kingdom.. Or can I? Goodness, do you not see how this is a problem? They will only slow us down and draw attention to us!" "We have already drawn attention to yourselves, your Majesty. I fear we are being followed. We can use them for protection! He is the captain of your Navy. If you can not trust my word, then trust your judgement for you are the one who chose him!" "How do we know that he will even know he has time to go on this wild goose hunt?" Aurora asked Peabottom with a frustrated sigh. "Because he is your friend, my Queen." "Give us a moment, then."

"Your highness, we will escort you to Babayaga." Aurora opened her mouth to protest, and to accuse him of eavesdropping, but before she could he chirped up again, "I will not take no for an answer." Mouth still open to protest, Aurora watched in shock as the prince skipped off to have a word with his adviser. Aurora watched him go, trying to remember anything about him. Nothing came to mind, but for some reason she wanted to laugh. Even though he had just talked to her as though she were not a Queen, a part of her wanted to giggle. Had they always had this sort of relationship? Were they truly close friends? Perhaps she had known him for a long time. Perhaps he wasn't the stranger she knew him as now.


When he returned, Aurora braced herself for another enthusiastic bout of information. "My companion Grimsby there will keep watch on the exterior of the carriage, while I ride along inside, to protect you if there should be an attack. I trust this arrangement will satisfy you?" "Do I have even the option of refusing you, Prince Eric?" Her tone was light, and a small smile of amusement lifted the corners of her lips. The prince reached out to take her hands in his, and his eyes leveled onto hers, "Aurora, I apologize for my behavior, I am simply overjoyed to know that I am not alone in my forgetfulness. I will curb my enthusiasm from here on out." His voice was sincere and surprisingly deep. It was quite charming. He led her to the carriage. "Now, shall we leave this forest before something hungry comes along?" His smile was reassuring, and Aurora smiled back. "I like your enthusiasm," was all she said in acceptance of his help as she slipped inside the carriage.

Peabottom sat on the outside, chatting with Grimsby who rode on his horse beside the carriage. Their voices were distantly muffled as the carriage began to move again. "I was supposed to be married today," Aurora said quietly as she looked out the small window on her side of the carriage. "To Prince Philip. You can imagine my surprise- no memory of who I was, or this Prince that I was to marry. I woke up covered in glass and in a wedding dress." Aurora paused to glance over at the prince sitting beside her. "I'm told that this Babayaga knows how to undo the spell we are under. Strange, though, don't you think- that so many have been affected. Would she not have already tried to reverse the spell if she knew how?" Aurora turned to look out the window again, twisting a fold of her dress in her fingers. "I'm afraid we're going to go all this way, only to find out that the witch is actually useless. What if we never remember who we are? How am I supposed to run a kingdom when I can't even remember my intended's face?" Aurora looked to her lap and sighed. "I'm sorry. It's just, Peabottom doesn't understand. How could she? I confess that I am both happy you are experiencing this with me and sad to hear you say so. What do you remember, Prince Eric?"

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Eric sat quietly while Aurora described the events of her morning, and how she had forgotten the identity of her true love. He bowed his head silently. It must be painful... to know you were capable of such happiness to warrant a marriage, only to lose it and have no memory of who, how, or why... and in the wake, to set out on a journey of such importance. Queen Aurora seemed determined to tough it through her predicament. Though hers was not much different than his own. He too had no true memory of his life... but at least he wasn't living an obliterated love.

He could tell how nervous the queen was. She had taken it upon herself to solve this problem for everyone, and that was quite the burden to bear. He was very glad he happened upon her. These were dangerous woods. He was sure Aurora could handle herself, but Eric had extensive combat training, and would stop anyone and anything from attacking her. But The queen's fear and nervousness was not only for herself, but for all who had been affected. She was clearly a remarkable ruler, and Eric was proud to serve under her.

She was nervous about the witch Babayaga as well. Eric wasn't extremely knowledgeable about magic, as it hadn't come up in he and Grim's talks. If this witch was the cause of all of this then she must have a way to counteract it. Perhaps the witch had a cure, but not a reason to use it. Perhaps Babayaga liked it better this way.

"I'm sorry. It's just, Peabottom doesn't understand. How could she? I confess that I am both happy you are experiencing this with me and sad to hear you say so. What do you remember, Prince Eric?" It was a question he'd asked himself before. The answer was not helpful in the least. "I... I don't remember anything. Everything I know about myself is what others have told me." He couldn't help but be jealous of Aurora. She seemed to be more with her mind than he was. Whenever he tried to rack his brain, there was just that melody. It had been buzzing around his brain since he'd first awoken. He payed it no mind though, it was obviously just a shanty from his crew. "I've spoken with Grimsby about my past. He told me I was one of the greatest sailors on the sea, and that I was a prince, and your Naval Commander, but apart from that I'm lost. It was pure luck that I happened upon you in the first place. When I awoke I was on my ship in the middle of the sea. He chuckled slightly. "There is nigh more disorienting than waking with no memory in the middle of the ocean.

He looked up at her for the first time during their conversation, and she looked concerned. He took her hand, and in an attempt to lift her spirits, he reassured her. "Aurora, even if this Babayaga doesn't have the solution to our predicament, there is an enormous amount of magic in this world. Someone somewhere will have our answer, I can feel it in my bones." Despite the prince's unflappable confidence, she did not seem convinced. He sighed, taking her other hand, now speaking in a much more serious tone. "Aurora. If I promise you nay, 'swear' it to you, by my honor that I will not give up on our quest, no matter what obstacles we may face, will you do the same? There is nothing in this world that can break a sailor's word." He punctuated this with a small smile. He knew the only way they would succeed would be for them to roll with the punches and keep searching no matter what, and she needed to know he was with her one hundred percent.

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Aurora looked out the carriage window as the party began moving again. The prince began to speak, calling her attention inward once more. "I... I don't remember anything. Everything I know about myself is what others have told me." Rose nodded. Yes, that was pretty much where she was at- only she did remember a bit of her childhood. She knew she was raised by fairies in a cottage, at least. She also remembered that she was royalty- something evidently clear when she awoke this morning. The prince went on, "I've spoken with Grimsby about my past. He told me I was one of the greatest sailors on the sea, and that I was a prince, and your Naval Commander, but apart from that I'm lost. It was pure luck that I happened upon you in the first place. When I awoke I was on my ship in the middle of the sea...There is nigh more disorienting than waking with no memory in the middle of the ocean." Aurora's eyebrows shifted upward just slightly. "I woke up in a wedding dress, in a room and kingdom full of fairies and peasants with very high expectations of the day." She paused for a moment, and then smiled. A laugh bubbled from her core, filling the carriage with the light and melodic sound. "I can't decide which is worse, actually. Being expected to marry a stranger, or being in the middle of the ocean with no idea who you are!"

Of course she had to smile. After all, the entire situation was ridiculous. For some reason, Rose couldn't help but feel like she had been through worse- and that despite the obstacles in her way, she would rise against this memory spell. The prince looked up at her for the first time, his hues catching her slightly off guard. There was something so familiar about them. Something warm, and comforting. Then there was a rough warmth taking her delicate hands. A salior's hands. "Aurora, even if this Babayaga doesn't have the solution to our predicament, there is an enormous amount of magic in this world. Someone somewhere will have our answer, I can feel it in my bones." Aurora respectfully listened, though part of her mind was distracted. If she were a Queen then why did this man feel like he could take her hand whenever he pleased, and call her Aurora and not his Majesty? What's more-- why did she seem to find it all endlessly endearing? The way his hair fell just so. The way his lips turned up in each corner as he spoke, as though a smile were trying to escape. Who was this man?

Rose snapped out of it quickly as the prince went on, for he had grabbed her other hand and his voice grew in seriousness. She mentally scolded herself- he must have noticed her tuning him out. "Aurora. If I promise you nay, 'swear' it to you, by my honor that I will not give up on our quest, no matter what obstacles we may face, will you do the same? There is nothing in this world that can break a sailor's word." Aurora gently gave his hands a squeeze, smiling back at him- though it did not hold the same warmth as before. "How can you swear by something you can not even remember?" She looked physically exhausted now as she gently pulled her hands away and looked out the carriage window once more. The scenery was not moving anymore- they had stopped. Aurora frowned. "If we have to keep stopping every half mile we'll never make it to Babayagas," she sighed, her tone mildly annoyed.

It was Peabottom who appeared in the window suddenly, causing Aurora to gasp and slide quickly into Prince Eric. Her back was pressed to his chest for just a brief moment before she collected herself, putting a hand to her heart as she shifted back into her seat. "PEABOTTOM!" "Forgive me, you majesty. But look! We have found Babayaga! I would recognize her magical imprint anywhere!" The fairy looked excited, nay, she looked overjoyed. Rose stared at her for a moment without speaking, simply wondering if her head might split apart if she were to smile any wider. The fairy held a piece of parchment in her hand as though it were an award. "Well, let me see then," Aurora said after a moment of waiting."Oh! Of course! Here you are, my queen! As you can see- it's a party! She's throwing a party! How strange, and yet, how convenient! Don't you think, my queen?" "Thank you, Peabottom. Please, start us on the way."

Rose waited for the fairy to flicker away, and for the carriage to start moving before she turned to Prince Eric. "Either luck has finally swung our way, or we're walking into a trap, Prince Eric." Aurora handed the paper over to the Prince, eyes narrowing on the window as she watched the trees pass by. "And something tells me that if I've lost my memory, luck is certainly not going to be with me. Still. This is the only lead we have, so if we are to walk into the trap- best be prepared for it." Aurora looked to the prince now, her eyes leveling on his. "Are you prepared to stand by your words, Prince Eric?"

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She did not seem to have the same confidence in his words as he did. Though he could tell she believed him, and rightly so. He meant every word. He might not have his memories, but he still had his sense of honor. There was no amount of amnesia that could make him forget that. Before he could think of another brilliant speech that would barely do its job, the carriage slowed to a halt. Before he knew it Aurora was slid into his side and a fairy was in the window. He caught a brief whiff of the queen's dark silky hair before she slid away. It held a very nice floral scent, probably leagues more pleasant than his salt-stained strands. He decided he would bathe as soon as possible, given the chance. Eric shook himself back to reality to notice that the queen was not pleased with her fairy.

"PEABOTTOM!" "Forgive me, you majesty. But look! We have found Babayaga! I would recognize her magical imprint anywhere!" "Well, let me see then." "Oh! Of course! Here you are, my queen! As you can see- it's a party! She's throwing a party! How strange, and yet, how convenient! Don't you think, my queen?" "Thank you, Peabottom. Please, start us on the way." The exchange was short, but direct. Her majesty was not being quite as polite as she could have been with her fairies. Though they werent exactly what you would call 'regal.' Peabottom herself was a little over the top sometimes. Even so, Aurora seemed a little estranged to the job of Queen. Eric assumed that was why she was a bit flippant with the fairies. He supposed as long as the fairies didn't have a problem with it, no harm no foul.

The queen read the paper and slid it to Eric. "Either luck has finally swung our way, or we're walking into a trap, Prince Eric." He nodded quietly as he read over the flyer for himself. It was innocent enough. He didn't know Babayaga at all, so he had no idea what to expect, but he was not one to miss a party. It sounded like a decent enough time, and if they got some answers during, that would be nice as well. Although it could very well be less than inviting. He would have to be prepared. "And something tells me that if I've lost my memory, luck is certainly not going to be with me. Still. This is the only lead we have, so if we are to walk into the trap- best be prepared for it." She was right with him now, as if she finally believed in his earlier promise. "Are you prepared to stand by your words, Prince Eric?" The prince gave a small smirk in response. "Of course Aurora. Like I said, I'll not leave your side."

The carriage began to move again, likely headed for Babayaga's party. Eric would have been content with riding in silence, but something was eating at him, something Aurora had said earlier, about luck. Eric turned his head to see her staring quietly out the window. Her quiet gaze lazily strewn across the trees outside. Her lips were turned, in a thoughtful frown. Something was obviously eating at her too, undoubtedly her missing memory. She was having a tougher time than he. Eric had always been a 'live in the moment' type of person, so that was likely the reason he was having a smoother go of it. "Aurora, you may take this or leave it, but luck is what you make of it. What I mean to say is, this memory loss we share can be looked on as a curse, or we can look on it as a gift of sorts. For me at least, I'm thinking of this as a chance to look at life through a new pair of eyes. A pair of eyes that I might not have had when I could remember my past. I don't mean to lecture you, all I'm saying is... look on the bright side Your Highness." He finished his thought... then brought his head to the window again.

Eric didn't know exactly what compelled him to say what he did. The queen seemed worried, as if she was trying to take the full burden for fixing this problem. Maybe she was just that generous of a person. Regardless, he knew deep down she had not always been quite so stoic. He was just trying to cheer her up... they were headed to a party after all.