A/N: This is just a little trial. If you all like it I'll continue, so please, feel free to review. Watch out for a bit of language in here and slash of course.

Summary: Some things were said between an angel and his lover. An action was misunderstood and so his lover was cast off into the cruel world. It wasn't until later that the angel realized he had been a fool and his lover hadn't betrayed him. What to do now? It's nearly two decades later and he still mourns his lover, but is there hope? Could this new comer be the person he's been longing for, for the past two decades?

Amnesia

"I hate you!"

"I wish... I wish it didn't have to be like this, Adam." He tried once more to plea his case. "You know it isn't...!"

"No! You bastard! You cruel heartless demon! You disgust me! Get away from me! I never want to see your ugly face ever again!"

Pause. "You must realize I would never betray you! I... I love you, Adam." Weakening smile. Tears.

"You lie! You don't care about me, you cowardly pig! I detest your presence. Be gone from here! Leave me and the memories of a lie I lived by your side, you traitor!"

Breath in. "I will always dream of the times we spent together, Adam... my love."

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Adam jerked up from his troubled sleep. His graying brown hair matted down to hissweaty pale forehead. His thin pale hand flew to his temple, swiping away the droplets of water that tortured his skin.

A dark hand descended on his shaking shoulder, causing the trembling man to jump and gasp in fear. His free hand flew to his heart, as if to calm it down, when he realized his companion Toby lay beside him. He'd begged his long-time friend to sleep beside him in hopes that his warm body and gentle presence would bring some peace to him as he slept.

To no avail, however.

"Adam." Toby whispered gently as he soothed his friend's hair away from his frantic eyes, that darted here and there looking for some form of comfort. "Adam. He's not here." Toby told him sternly. "He's been gone for nearly two decades." Toby's brow furrowed as he delivered this painful news yet again to his forgetful and very hopeful companion.

It was usually possible for Adam to contain his worries and shun his tears away until he was alone, for he truly despised having to lay out his fears to his friends; having to place these troubles upon their shoulders as well, causing them to worry all the more for his sanity. However, there would always be moments when his walls opened just a fraction and he broke down for a short time. Toby had seen this only once before, but he had since prepared diligently in face of the brief instance that it may happen again. And here it was:

"He's gone! He's dead because of me. It's all my fault! I've killed him." He cried, pulling his knees up close to his frantically beating heart.

"No." He pulled his friend into his lap and sympathetically rocked him back and forth. "You didn't kill him, Adam. It was an accident; a misunderstanding!"

"No! No misunderstanding. I destroyed his soul. I dealt him into the horrid decaying hands of Fate and turned my back on him! What impractical fool would do such a thing? I am a fool! I've destroyed the only thing left in the world that was good and just. He was the pure embodiment of God and all that is made by Him. He was the right hand to God. And he was mine! He devoted himself to me and begged to stay by my side even as I pushed him away. He declared his undying love to me and asked discernment for something he hadn't even made folly with. I showed him no mercy or compassion and certainly couldn't even think that. I couldn't listen and understand, and be the man he assumed me to be. I wish I could hold him in my arms just once more, but even that wouldn't be enough for my greedy hands. I'm the most despicable creature. Kill me, Toby. I want nothing more than to be with him again."

"Stop, Adam! This is absurd! It has been decades! If he is dead, then he is turning over in his grave wondering why you can't carry on with your life! Nikolai was not the type of person to brood over any folly of another. He would have forgiven you long ago. Perhaps if you hadn't waited two weeks, refusing to believe in the truth then you would have been able to catch up to him before he got too far from us to sense him any longer. Perhaps his heart would have been reachable, but it is not. He is gone and you are ruining any image he has of you. As he stares down at you from Lenora, he wonders why you can't let his soul rest in peace, and let the past go. I do not give hope where there is only a speckle of such a thing, but perhaps he is alive. If he is, would you want him to find you here, decades later, cursing yourself for your own silliness and incessant self torture."

Adam's tears had quelled themselves in the midst of Toby's words. He stared blankly at the far wall that held only a large stone trimmed window. The bright cloudless sky still shown brightly from the full moon that had -hours ago- shown brilliantly into the room, but now was dulling with the coming day. The cool summer air floated in past the curtains Nikolai had hung there decades before, and slipped around the two friends in a long pause of silence.

"Toby." Adam murmured breathlessly. "Do you feel it?"

Toby was in a rage at Adam for having not heard a word he had said, but quickly he felt the same presence Adam did.

A creature approached the chateau.

"This creature is in distress. The wind speaks to me of pain and blood." Toby stated, his sharp elvin ears plucking the worries of the surrounding forest from the sad caresses of the winds. "We must send out a patrol to find this creature and bring it to the safety of our chateau, lest it be found wounded by a werewolf or something worse: perhaps humans."

Adam nodded continuously. He had a mission now and all worries of his lost lover were pushed from his -already quite stressed- mind.

They rose from the bed and dressed quickly in tunics of fine silk, stockings, and plain boots.

Many of the inhabitants of the extravagant chateau were already in slumber, but the sleepless guards had already sent in a courier with their worries of the talkative wind.

"Masters!" The courier blurted out abruptly upon seeing them.

"Stop, Zechariah. I have heard this talk as well. Bring to me my Guard and call Madam Hilda to awakening, immediately. I'm afraid our new guest is terribly wounded and will most likely need assistance." Adam spoke firmly and prompted by this, the courier left in a flurry of his long night-robes to find the Sacred Guard and Healer.

"Please, Adam." Toby pleaded. "After you send out your Guard, please sleep more. I will bring you a mixture from Madam Hilda that will give you dreamless sleep. You will be freshened for the duties of tomorrow and can meet our new guest after Madam Hilda is through with him. I am sure the Guard will not return until early morn and no matter how hard I try, your body refuses to let you sleep any longer than that, so you will be ready and able to think clearly when confronting the new guest, and our guest will have rested as well. Perhaps Madam Hilda will have conclusions of what ails him all at the same moment of your rising as well."

Adam sighed contentedly. It was true he could use the sleep and all of what Toby said made sense, of course. Why should he care for this person he hasn't even met yet? He had only his worry for the person, whomever it was.

"Yes, of course." They entered the main hall at last and waited for when the Guard would appear.

As if on cue, the Guard came down the stone steps and greeted their master with bowed heads.

"What can we do to serve you, Lord?" The leader of the Guard asked kindly, but with a stern face.

"A creature has come into our lands, quite wounded, and in need of our aid. Find them and bring the poor creature back here so we may heal their wounds and learn of their purpose here. Be cautious. Arm yourselves just in case of other dangers." Adam warned calmly.

"And do you perceive this creature as being dangerous?" Another of the Guard wondered.

"No." Adam answered warmly. "The winds have spoken of a harmless creature, in need. Please, do as I've instructed."

"Of course, Lord." The leader spoke and they all bowed as they left to the armory for their weapons.

"Now, off to bed." Toby instructed after they'd gone. Adam sighed heavily and went off to do as his friend had told him to. He yawned as he climbed the great stone steps.

"You will join me, won't you?" Adam asked from the top of the steps.

Toby smiled warmly. "Perhaps later, my Lord." He quipped and Adam chuckled as he continued to walk, the previous day's events catching up with him as he strolled back to his rooms with a yawn in tow.

---

It took only mere hours for the lost and wounded creature to be brought back to the chateau by the Guard.

Toby rushed to the poor thing as the leader of the Guard, Ian, carried him in. He wore tattered clothes that had once been grand and expensive; this much was obvious by the gold buttons and velvet waistcoat he was adorned in. His flowing black curls draped long past his back, much unlike the style of today, but nonetheless beautiful on this beguiling creature.

"Has he spoken to you?" Though his wounds looked most severely urgent,the man'svery presence demanded calm and peace. It was startling. Toby cleared his throat to again speak, but he couldn't bring himself to speak much louder. "Was he conscious when you found him?"

"No." Ian answered plainly. The captain was clearly under the same trance as all of them were.

"He appears..." Toby began as he looked more at this beauty's face. "He is familiar." He concluded.

Though Ian couldn't say the same he felt drawn to this creature by all laws of nature. The elvin guard captain looked into Toby's eyes with a determined glare. "He is close to death, and needs attendance immediately. You must sense it."

And so it was true, for elves could always sense when the spirit of life was dwindling. From this creature, that was so.

"Bring him to Madam Hilda quickly." Toby told the captain and gently squeezed his shoulder as show of insistence.

As the beginnings of morning dawned on the grand chateau Toby stepped out onto the veranda and watched the sun dance over the treetops. No civilization of any kind lived for many days travel in every direction. How could this creature have come so far and yet be so seemingly frail? He couldn't have done it alone, Toby surmised.

After the sun had completely set over the horizon, he finally returned to the Great Hall to start the day's business.

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The room was warm. Far too warm. He was covered by something thick and heavy. As his eyes opened he was forced to shut them quickly because of the excruciatingly bright light of day. Seven men stood around him with dazzled looks across their faces and one beautiful woman sat at his side; a patron of medicine by the brief look he had of her.

Behind her, the men had worn armored chest plates and swords hung off their belts.

"Is the light too bright for you?" Asked the patron of him.

He tried opening his eyes just a crack and focused as best he could upon this woman that spoke with such tenderness. As he tried absorbing the details of his surroundings, he felt the heavy pain in his head and again felt the great warmth around him. He felt the many layers of blankets she had covered him with and moved his legs just to feel the air pass between them. That small comfort only brought the realization that every joint of his body ached considerably.

She posed her question to him again, in the same soft voice.

He tried to speak, but no words came out. He looked painfully at her, his eyes still squinted to see her clearly through the pain in his head, and he pointed to his mouth in a gesture of thirst. She laughed and left his side to fetch something for his throat.

The Guard looked down upon this newcomer forlornly, but also with care.

"You were found in the Master's forest, less than an hours ride from here." Spoke Ian. "We brought you to his chateau upon his orders. The trees had spoken to him of your wounds and carried a message of mercy to us. Our Master wishes greatly to speak with you after your voice has returned."

The maiden had returned by then with some soup and she helped the new comer to sit up, before feeding him the warm broth.

After a few sips of this and a bit of difficulty swallowing, the man looked at all of them again and tried to smile, but the pain in his head made it a grimace.

"So, I suppose you don't know who I am, then?" He asked hopefully and they all looked puzzled.

"What do you mean? We have just seen you for the first time, just now, and you expect us to know your name?" Another member of the Guard asked. Ian glared at him angrily for being so harsh to this wounded man.

"I apologize greatly for this." The man bowed his head as he leaned back onto his elbow weakly. "I have no recollection of any moment before just now." He reached for his head and the patron grabbed his hand before he could touch it.

"I believe I can perhaps explain this memory loss. You had been bleeding from the back of your head when you were brought here. The wound has closed thanks to my potions, but I'm afraid the bump might be causing you extreme pain and great sensitivity to the light. Can you see me clearly?"

"You have it, Miss." He paused. "The light does hurt my eyes and you are quite blurry to me."

"Oh." She leapt up from the bed and over to a large arched window that spanned over an entire wall, mostly. She pulled a curtain across half the window, allowing darkness to cover the guest's bed, but still letting light into the room. "Is that better?" She wondered.

"Much." He replied gratefully, opening his eyes a bit wider.

"You really have no memory of anything before now?" Ian asked leaning closer, his hand on his hip, somewhat disbelievingly.

"If I could tell you anything, Sir, I would, but all I can recall is..." He paused. "No. It's no use. I only see trees. That could have been anytime after you found me, as you've said... in the forest." He paused again. "Where am I?"

"This is the city of all creatures. All are welcome here as long as they promise no violence against another." Ian answered.

"All races?" The man questioned quietly.

"Elves, men, angels, demons, dwarves, fairies, mages, sorcerers, vampires, veelas, ghosts, the undead, goblins... even pixies." The Guard captain chuckled and it seemed that the tense atmosphere dissolved.

"Werewolves?" The man asked shocked that all these species could possibly live together in the same place.

"Oh, no, no." Ian answered, shaking his head with a gentle laugh at this man's innocence. "Werewolves are far too untamable. There is no way of controlling their urges to kill on the full moon, even if they are truly kind souls. Werewolves do, however, live in our forests and that is why we go out on hunts every now and then, to show them who's in charge of this territory, so they don't get any ideas." He winked at the man, who scowled.

"That's cruel." He replied shortly and turned back to the shocked patron. She came back from her shock and offered him more soup. He took the bowl and began to feed himself.

"Alright, Captain, now you've had your questions answered. He needs rest to get better! Be gone now!" She stood as she started to shoo them out of the hospital.

"When will his memory return, Hilda?" Ian asked and several of his men seconded his question.

"It's Madam Hilda to you ruffians! How am I to be sure you didn't give him that bump on his head?" Her hands placed firmly on her hips, she pushed the last of them out the entrance to the room.

"Ah, come off your high horse, Madam Hilda, and answer my question."

"It is not such a simple question, Captain. Each case of memory loss is different. Some people never regain all of their memories, others need only a small jolt of familiarity to recall things they've forgotten, and for others it takes longer. We'll just have to wait and see what becomes of this."

Ian bowed his head to her as he left with the rest of the Guard to their duties of the day.

Madam Hilda shut the door and turned back to her lone patient.

"Is there anything I can do for you to make you feel better?" She asked pleasantly.

"I ask nothing more than perhaps... less blankets. I feel I will erupt into flames from the hot sun on my face for so long."

She laughed, a magical sound. "I could manage to open a window if you are so hot, but the blankets stay. You had quite the temperature when you arrived."

"More heat will help lower the heat of my body?" He asked curiously as he finished the soup with one more low slurp.

She took the bowl from him and smiled. "It works every time applied to such situations. I have not yet examined you fully however and I would like to do that now if you will allow me."

A look of relief and worry passed over his features, all in one instant, and it confused the patron, but she let it slide from her thoughts for now and just chalked it up to self-consciousness.

"I..."

"Don't be bashful." She told him softly. "It's nothing I haven't seen before."

"Perhaps later, my Lady. I would very much like to rest now." He smiled warmly. "Madam Hilda, was it?" He put out his hand to her and she laughed.

"Yes, I'm quite sorry for not saying so beforehand." She put out her hand to him in the same manner and was surprised to see him take her hand and kiss it tenderly. She blushed more than she ever had. Many men had done the same thing as this young gentleman, but this one was somehow different. His kiss sent a shiver up her body, and down every nerve and hair of her skin. It felt like a sin to be kissed by one so compassionate.

"Why do you stare?" He wondered as he released her tiny hand.

"You seem... familiar somehow." She stared blankly a while longer then laughed herself back to the moment. "This may sound silly, but... I feel I've felt your kiss before." She laughed again. He merely stared at her.

"I am terribly sorry, but I don't recall having seen you before." He smiled warmly anyway.

"That's quite alright." She told him as she patted his arm lovingly. "You rest now and I'll finish my examination of you later. You aren't bleeding from any other limbs as far as I can tell. Do you hurt anywhere?"

He shook his head after running his hands down his legs to check. He knew he was in pain. Everything was sore and ached and it felt as though he'd fallen from a cliff, but landed without causing major wounds. He didn't want to tell her that though. He wanted her to think he was perfectly healthy and in no need of examination; which was close to the truth. He didn't feel anything broken or bleeding any more, so why should she investigate further?

"Very well then. Find sleep, my boy. I won't let anyone bother you until you've awoken again." She promised.

"Thank you, ma'am." He whispered tenderly and she blushed helplessly.

Why did he so easily reduce her to mush like this?

The man nodded and laid his head back onto the soft pillow and fell into a deep coma-like slumber.

She glanced back at him as she returned to her desk at the head of the room in her office. She had been drowsy and asleep when Zechariah had awoken her, but now she felt more awake than usual for this early in the morn. She sighed heavily and decided to finish that supply list she'd been working on the night before.

After half an hour, and having done absolutely nothing but stare at this poor wounded boy, she stepped back out of the office and checked his pulse.

A strong heartbeat. She smiled warmly.

She reached under the blankets near the end of the bed to remove his boots and found he wore none. His feet were bare and filthy.

Carefully, so as not to wake him, Madam Hilda pulled back the blankets to feel through his clothing over his torso for broken bones, or anything out of place.

"Too thin." She whispered sorrowfully. He hadn't been eating correctly for some time. As she reached his stomach she decided to stop so she wouldn't awaken him accidentally. Most of her patients were quite sensitive on their stomachs and she wouldn't want to wake him so soon after he'd begun dozing. She sat back with a worried sigh. "What were you doing running through the forests?" She asked him sadly. "You haven't eaten for days." She began to think on it as she strolled back to her office, disturbed.

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