Chapter XXXVII: Demure

                                                                                           An excerpt from
                                                                                    Diary of the Demure
                                                                                                 Entry 15:52
                                                                                     Date 77 of 7499 SC

I feel so lost.  I've been missing for 8 days.  Can you believe it 8 days?  Where have I been during that time?  What did I do?  I sure hope it wasn't anything horrible.  Although from the sounds of it someone who looked a lot like me and Anxious knocked Bold out.  Could it have been me?  Oh having Amnesia is so horrible.

I remember walking down a quiet alley the blue sun getting low in the sky.  There was a flash of light and the next thing I know I'm waking up in my bed with Anxious standing over me with a worried look asking me where on earth I'd been and telling me I had been gone for the past 8 days.  I couldn't have been more confused.

"I was supposed to meet Bold for lunch" she told me, "That's when I found you laying on a bench in the park." 

We went to meet Bold but he never showed up.  We eventually found him and moved him back to me and Anxious's shared quarters.  He was extremly surprised to see me.

"Demure, where have you been for the last eight days?"

I had to look away.  I felt so close too tears.  According to Anxious a lot has been happening and I've missed it.  I could have been helping but now I feel completly useless cause I have no idea what's going on.  "I don't remember."  I managed choking back tears

"I'm sure it will come to you," said Anxious putting her hand gently on my shoulder, "at least, I hope."

I nodded and swallowed. I couldn't let the emotions take over.  Although I can't remember the last 8 days there's a lot I do remember and that's going to have to get me through "Let's go report Intuitive's disappearance."  I said getting back control of the situation.  I knew Anxious would never take control.  Between the two of us it had always been me who made decisions.  "Mother should know. Bold, you stay here and eat this tray of food that was sent up for you." 

Bold nodded.

"Courteous will be up to check on you, no doubt," said Anxious.

Then the two of us left. 

Not only to report Intuitive's disappearance but on a search for my missing memory.

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