It was morning. The sun peeked through the gap in the long, red curtain, trying to make it's cheery presence known to the world. Glitch sat on his bed, cursing the daylight for being so happy when his life was so miserable. He hadn't slept at all that night. Truth be told, he never slept more than a few hours. His nightmares always kept him up. He rose from the bed and slowly made his way to the huge, impending curtain. In one swift move, he flung the curtains outward, almost blinded by the sunlight that stared back at him.

"Another morning in the O.Z.", he said to no one in particular," Such a beautiful day", he sighed," Too bad I won't remember it."

He walked out unto the balcony and looked out at the surrounding scenery. His eyes taking in the lush, green grass and the beautiful flowers that seemed to go on forever. He was lost in it's beauty until he heard a faint hum come from somewhere below him. Startled, he looked down and saw the Queen making her way out to the garden. She was humming a haunting melody, and somewhere deep in the recesses of Glitch's mind, he felt a dusty old gear starting to turn. He had heard that tune before, hadn't he? A part of him, some part of him, knew it. Without realizing it, he started to hum along with her. His eyes closed and he was captured in the bliss of remembrance. His feet acted on a hidden impulse to start dancing. Glitch didn't dare open his eyes, he feared what would happen if he interrupted this lost memory. His movements followed a set pattern: forward, back; left, twirl; right, twirl. In his mind's eye, he saw the Queen. Young and beautiful, she was smiling and laughing and having the time of her life. Her voice echoed through Glitch's mind,

"There you go! You've got it now."

Left, twirl. Right, twirl.

"Splendid, Ambrose! You're a natural!"

The pace of the dance slowed, and Ambrose looked into the Queen's eyes.

"I don't deserve all the credit. After all, Della, you taught me the art of the dance."

Before they realized it, they had stopped moving. Each looked into the other's eyes. Ambrose sensed there was more than friendship staring back at him through those beautiful lavender orbs. And for the first time in his life, he spoke from his heart instead of his mind.

"Della, my beautiful lavender eyes. You take my breath away."

"Ambrose..."

"Dellana, I...

love you." Glitch opened his eyes. He smiled at the thought of what he had told her. He had loved her, really loved her.

"What had gone wrong?", he wondered.

Dellana and him had seemed so close, and he was sure she had said that she loved him back after he admitted his feelings to her.

"It's this no- brain thing", he said to no one in particular.

Glitch wondered if she still loved him. Shouldn't she though? He was, after all, still Ambrose. He just wasn't as smart as he once was.

"She loves me. I'm sure of it! She just can't leave... Ummm...what was his name?"

He paced the room, racking his brain for an answer that really wasn't necessary for him to know.

"Alan? No that wasn't right. Alot of? No. Alamo? Ya! That sounded right! His name was Alamo! She can't leave Alamo. She's the Queen, she can't just leave her husband! It wouldn't look proper!"

He placed his hands on his hips and a satisfied smile graced his face.

"Hmmph. This might not be such a bad day after all."

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She had hoped that sitting in the garden would take her mind off things. To the contrary, it made more memories come flooding back into her head. It was something she didn't like to think about. That thing being Ambrose. Her best friend. And at one time, her lover. She wondered if he remembered that one night.

"Probably not.", she thought.

He couldn't even remember her name! Oh, that had really stung. She told herself that she needed to forget about him, the sooner the better. But how could she expect herself to just forget Ambrose? The boy who had literally grown up in front of her! She had seen him transform from a scared, stuttering little kid to a brilliant, confidant man. Ambrose was her first love, and it hurt her that she couldn't run to him and comfort him. Dellana knew he was suffering. She couldn't begin to imagine what he was going through. Not being able to remember your own life? How horrible!

Her thoughts went back to the day Azkadellia took him away from her to remove his brain. It had been all her fault. If she had been watching her daughters while they were playing, then Azkadellia would have never gotten possessed. Therefore she would not have had to watch her lover be dragged away by the witch's thugs.

"It won't work, you know. You may remove his brain, witch, but you will never be able to decipher his thinkings."

Azkadellia looked at the Queen with amusement.

"Oh how you underestimate me, mother."

"I am not your mother!", the queen snapped back.

"That maybe so. But, I still have control over your daughter and her mind. I think that makes me quite capable of figuring out his inventions."

Dellana's face twisted at the remark.

"Oh don't look so surprised. Your precious Azkadellia may have been to young and naive to see it, but I'm not. There's a reason I picked her and not her weak little sister. Her mind is very powerful and for once, it's being used to it's full potential."

"What on earth are you rambling on about?"

Azkadellia laughed a chilling laugh.

"Now, now. You didn't really think you could keep this secret forever did you? I have seen you with Ambrose, and I must say, Azkadellia certainly takes after her father."

Dellana just stood there. She never thought anyone would come to the conclusion that Az wasn't Ahamo's child. She feared what the witch could accomplish with this secret.

"Why mother, you are looking very pale all of a sudden. Not to worry, I've picked a special place for you to be alone with your thoughts."

Dellana had spent years in the witch's prison. She shuddered every time she thought of it. She remembered that the first day she was there she had spent all of it praying for Ambrose. She knew the removing of his brain was inevitable. But she was praying for something else entirely. Dellana was praying that Ambrose would die while it was happening. It was a morbid thing for her to think about, but it was better than what would await him if he lived. The second day was spent crying, for she knew either way, she would never see her friend again. It wasn't until the third day that she actually started to look for a way out of her prison.

But now he was alive. He had been helping DG the whole time without even knowing who she was! It had taken every ounce of her strength to finally get over Ambrose. But all those years of mourning and acceptance came crashing down when she saw him again. If she had not just been reunited with her long lost husband, Dellana would have ran to him and held him. She was glad she didn't because he wasn't Ambrose anymore. He was Glitch and he didn't remember her at all.