Arthur Pendragon

As the figure embraced him, Lucci's heart raced with confusion and uncertainty. Who was this person, and why were they hugging him so intimately? He searched the depths of his mind for any hint of recognition but found none.

"Who are you?" Lucci managed to choke out, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

The figure pulled back slightly, her eyes filled with concern. "My dear Lucci, it's me, your mother, Emilia," she said softly, her voice tinged with relief.

Lucci's mind reeled at the revelation. Mother? Emilia? None of it made sense. He had no recollection of any siblings, let alone a mother named Emilia.

"I... I'm sorry, I don't remember," Lucci admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Emilia's expression softened, and she gently took Lucci's hand in hers. "It's okay, Lucci. You've been through a lot lately. I'm just glad you're safe."

Despite the confusion swirling within him, Lucci couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in Emilia's presence. She seemed genuinely concerned for his well-being, and he found himself inexplicably drawn to her warmth.

As they stood there, Lucci's mind raced with questions. How did he end up in this world? What had happened to him before he arrived here? And most importantly, who was he really?

With Emilia by his side, Lucci knew that he would eventually find the answers he sought. For now, all he could do was embrace the uncertainty of his new reality and trust in the bond that seemed to already exist between him and his newfound mother.

As days passed, Lucci's memory remained elusive, shrouded in a fog of uncertainty. Despite Emilia's best efforts to jog his recollection, he couldn't seem to grasp any semblance of his former life.

Concerned for her son's well-being, Emilia consulted with the family physician, who attributed Lucci's memory loss to a sudden illness that had struck him before he arrived at the mansion. The physician assured them that with time and rest, Lucci's memories would likely return.

Emilia accepted this explanation with a heavy heart, her worries assuaged but her curiosity piqued. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her son's condition than met the eye, but she dared not press him further for fear of causing him undue distress.

Meanwhile, Lucci grappled with the weight of his forgotten past, tormented by the nagging sense of emptiness that lingered within him. He longed to unravel the mysteries of his lost memories, but a voice deep within warned him to tread carefully—to protect himself and those he held dear from the truth that lay buried beneath the surface.

And so, Lucci feigned ignorance, playing the part of the dutiful son as he struggled to reconcile the fragments of his fractured identity. Each day brought new challenges and revelations, but through it all, he remained steadfast in his resolve to uncover the secrets of his past, even as he shielded those he loved from the harsh realities that threatened to tear them apart.

As Lucci grappled with the mysteries of his past, a glimmer of recognition flickered within him—a name, whispered on the edges of his consciousness like a half-remembered dream.

Arthur Pendragon.

"This is my name from now"

Arthur Pendragon... The name feels both foreign and strangely familiar. I can feel fragments of his existence swirling around me.

As Arthur grappled with the enormity of his newfound heritage, he couldn't help but wonder about the man who had bestowed this name upon him. His new father, Arturus held the position of Duke in the Leon Kingdom.

After two days pass by, Arthur finally gets all of the memory of this body.

Arthur's parents couldn't contain their relief when they learned that their son had regained his lost memories. For years, they had watched him struggle with amnesia, unable to fully connect with the person he once was. The news of his recovery filled their hearts with hope and joy, knowing that their beloved son was finally starting to piece together the fragments of his past.

Arthur sat at the dinner table surrounded by his family, trying to maintain a calm demeanor despite the storm of memories raging within him.

"So, Arthur, how was your day?" his mother asked, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled over the table.

"Give him some time, he still recovering dear"His father, Duke Arturus joined the conversation. As the conversation flowed around him, Arthur found himself slipping into the rhythm of family life.

He felt strangely comfortable in this new family. Arthur felt a sense of warmth and acceptance enveloping him as he settled into the conversation with Duke Arturus and the rest of the family. Despite the challenges he had faced and the recovery he was undergoing, there was solace in the familiarity and care of his newfound family. With each passing moment, Arthur felt more at ease, as if he had finally found a place where he belonged.

Arthur decided to take a stroll around the mansion grounds, taking in the grandeur of his new surroundings. As he wandered, he noticed a lush garden tucked away behind the mansion, filled with vibrant flowers and neatly trimmed hedges. Intrigued, he decided to explore further, spending the afternoon gently tending to the plants, pruning away dead leaves, and watering the thirsty blooms. In the tranquility of the garden, Arthur found a sense of peace and belonging, gradually familiarizing himself with his new home.

Arthur was tending to the garden, he couldn't help but admire the variety of flowers around him. He plucked a particularly striking bloom and approached his mother, who was also enjoying the garden.

"Mother," Arthur began, holding out the flower for her to see, "do you know the name of this flower? It's exquisite."

His mother smiled warmly, taking the flower gently in her hand to examine it closely. "Ah, that's a hydrangea, dear," she replied, her voice soft with affection for both the flower and her son. "They're known for their beautiful clusters of blossoms and come in an array of colors. This one seems to be a lovely shade of blue."

Arthur nodded, taking in her words with interest. "Hydrangea," he repeated, committing the name to memory. "Thank you, Mother. I never knew gardening could be so fascinating."

His mother chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with maternal pride. "There's much to discover in the world of plants, Arthur. I'm glad to see you taking an interest. Perhaps we can explore the garden together sometime and I'll teach you more about the different flowers we have here."

Grateful for the offer, Arthur smiled, feeling a deepening connection to both his mother and the natural beauty surrounding them.