The night and Forgotten.

Beyond the iron gate that surrounded the forgotten castle a small girl sat on top of an old tomb. She watched as the stars twinkled in the sky. She couldn't remember how long she'd been up here, for her home was deep inside the ground below her. Her name was Forgotten. And she was quite prone to losing her memory. She lived alone in her little castle beneath the the tombs in the forgotten city for as long as she could remember; which wasn't very long. The moon rose over head and peered down at her. She was very fond of the moon. It made her feel whole in some way. Forgotten watched as the moon towered above her. She wanted to much to be there, to run along the golden sand. Forgotten didn't know why she had that urge, or the memory. She just knew it was what she wanted. She was so tired of being alone. She swung her feet, bouncing her heels off the smooth stone that she sat on. Suddenly she felt tired. She yawned a big yawn and climbed down off the tomb and started making her way back inside. Just before she did though she stopped.

"Oh Daniel, come on", she said running back and picking up a small doll of a boy with a hole in it's heart.