He couldn't help but feel he was forgetting something - no, some- one. The building that surrounded him made him uncomfortably on edge. His brain was thumping against the side of his head, giving him a splitting headache. It seemed every time he attempted to recall what happened to himself, all he got in return was the aggravating migraine. Thoughts and events seemed jumbled and swirled together like the world's tiniest, most confusing puzzle. He was missing something here. He just wasn't sure what it was exactly.

The two guards who hustled him into his seat looked like two giant blurs of dark silhouettes with red, menacing pairs of glowing eyes. They were strong, too. When they finally split away, the boy discovered someone new. He anxiously waited for his vision to return to normal as he took in the figure standing in front of him. It was an elderly woman with gray hair and a fancy choice of a purple, proper ball gown.

"Tell me, dear child." The woman spoke up. "What is your name?"

He tried to remember, but the migraine hit him before he could. "I - I - agh!" It hit him like a lightening bolt through the skull. He clenched his throbbing head in pain and exhaustion. Why couldn't he remember?

"Very good." The woman nodded before turning her back on the boy. He looked up just in time to notice someone - his reflection in a nearby mirror. His heart wanted to jump out of his chest from the fright. His own reflection startled him. Despite his long brown hair and mole, he found a defeated child...he had only one arm and one leg, as well as an eye that was patched up. He hesitated greatly before finally having the courage to look down at himself. The nightmare felt too real.

With his real arm, he reached over and touched his other arm - a mechanical arm. He felt his shoulder and the beginning of where his elbow should have been, but instead were stitches and the beginning of where his fake metal arm came in. It was that moment that made his skull feel like it was going to bust open. He couldn't tell where the memories were coming from, but he couldn't stop them from coming either.

The war.

The war on Mewni.

He was accidentally caught in it. He found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time. He almost died.

Yet, he wasn't alone. Someone was with him.

But who?

Someone with brown - no - golden blonde hair. And the bluest eyes he had ever seen. It was a girl - Star. Star! That's it!

"St-Star." He muttered to himself, knowing the name all too well. His own raspy, unused voice was even too much for him to take. His stomach felt unsettled. Whatever he had in his stomach - he couldn't remember - he was going to throw it back up.

The woman came back to him with a heavy metal, robot-like object. It wasn't until she began assembling it onto his missing leg that he realized it was a prosthetic leg. The woman proceeded to attach on the leg and pushed it on forcefully. As she did so, the boy jerked back and had to hold onto the edge of his seat to support himself.

He knew he never even asked for this stupid fake leg in the first place and frustration grew within him. This woman was not helping his situation at all, except for adding more of the overwhelming feeling that was building. The woman met his eyes - or eye, considering he had an eyepatch - and saw someone still inside. Someone was still living - the boy before the war. He was still fighting inside, picking up the broken pieces that should have been long forgotten.

At last, he was remembering what happened - everything. The woman in front of him was Heinous, the one who had discovered him and Star after the chaos. She had taken them away to her school, recognizing them as the rebels who dare mess with her princess students and their individualities. She was the true enemy.

Just as Heinous finished fastening his new leg, he used it. He used it to fight back and give her a powerful kick straight in the gut. Heinous let out a groan of pain as she stumbled back and hit the table behind her.

To the best of his abilities, the boy tried to escape. But alas, without any knowledge of how to adjust to his new leg, he only made it to the doorway until he tripped and fell. He felt the wave of embarrassment pour over him, knowing he made himself appear vulnerable and pathetic. However, that didn't stop him. He had the precious time to drag his lower body across the floor with his only arm before being picked up easily by two guards.

"No! Stop!" He begged with great volume and fear. "Let me go! Please!"

"Bring him back to the solitary confinement chamber! Now!" Heinous ordered the guards. She knew it was no use for the boy to make such a struggle. There was no use to put up the resistance. Whenever he remained his individual self, he would be sent back to the chamber until he was clean - a vicious, tiring cycle.

The sound of his fake left leg being dragged across the hallway was all he could hear. The hallways were unsettlingly gloomy and gothic. The guards stood by each side of him, pulling him down the dreary halls by his arms while his legs were dragged on the ground. He had used all his energy and fought his migraine for as long as he could, until the guards had the best of him and were able to sustain him enough to bring him to the chamber.

He already could begin to recall his first brainwashing experience and didn't want the trauma to be brought back to him again. His eyes were barely able to keep themselves open and his body ached. He wished for the torture to be over with. He wanted to feel safe and secure. But how could he even sit without feeling sick in an unforgiving place like this?

He may have remembered what happened and who Heinous was, but he still needed to figure out who he was. Who was he? Who was the stranger he had seen in the mirror? What was his own name?

He took a wild guess and assumed he was a complete loser to end up the way he was. He felt totally and exhaustingly awful. Everything was hurting. Pain struck him with a powerful force that took hold of him and controlled him. He had stooped so low and the overwhelming feeling of his unfortunate luck made him want to scream out and cry until he couldn't breathe. Despite his very need to sob uncontrollably, he held them back in a quivered lip hold and tightly closed eyes. Unsteady breaths escaped every second and his heartbeat was through the roof.

He tried to calm himself down and remember the girl he had come to Mewni with. She was the one to free him from his burden. To solve the mystery of who he was, he needed to find Star. Star, for some reason, gave him hope. The girl with the long hair and shimmering eyes made his heart giggly. He needed that feeling to be real and he needed Star to help him fight. He cared too much about her.

"Star." He repeated enough for Heinous to overhear. "Star!" He said louder. "What did you do with Star?!"

Heinous's side stare gave him the answer he wasn't looking for. Anger flared up, smoldering inside of him. "She has been taken care of - annihilated. Like you should have been."

Suddenly noticing his inner strength, the boy put up a struggle once more. He attempted to use all of his energy to harm Heinous. His eyes were now pouring out tears, yet he hadn't even realized it. The guards held him back as much as they could until they finally arrived at the chamber. They dragged him into the room, securing him into the single chair that had cuffs on the arm rests. Even in his cuffs, he still fought against Heinous and the guards.

"Please!" He pleaded. "Where's Star?! I need to see Star!"

That's when Heinous thought of it. "Fine." She gave in with a devious grin. "I'll let you see her. But only if you stop resisting." She knew her deal was made when he relaxed himself and stopped wrestling in his restraints. Though the minutes felt like days that she had left, it wasn't much longer before she came back with a teenage girl who was about half her height with lengthy blonde hair and beautiful sky blue pearls for eyes. She wore a fitted black dress that went down to her knees and black high heel boots. To hold back her bangs, she had a white plain headband. On her shoulder, Heinous's hand hovered like a parental figure.

The boy in the chair was speechless. His mouth hung open and his voice got caught in his throat. He knew farely well that the girl who stood in front of him with a blank expression on her face was not the girl he was searching for. "Star?"

"Hello." She responded. "What is the matter?" She stood with proper posture and the most dull, forced smile he had ever seen.

He could feel his tears coming back now. "No. You're not Star." Then, he turned to Heinous, firing his nasty bared teeth at her. "This isn't Star! Where is Star?!" Heinous smiled wickedly in response.

"Why must you be so disobedient?" The teenager said to him with a curious, yet almost-flat tone.

"Star, please! Stop it! This isn't you! Look at me! You need to remember who you are!" He hollered, desperately trying to find a soul of the girl he knew before the war inside. He brawled again with his cuffs and leaned forward to the girl in front of him.

The girl stood there, her smile beginning to fade and confusion settling on her face. Then, when the boy thought he had failed, the girl spoke up. "Miss Heinous? Please, let me have a word with the boy alone. Free him from his restraint as well." The guards turned to Heinous for permission before she gave a hesitant nod to them. With that, the two guards and Heinous did as the blonde girl asked and left them alone.

"Star, listen to me!" The boy said, getting out of his chair prison to meet the girl's solid eyes. He focused most of his weight to be balanced on his real leg, considering he didn't know how to use his fake leg.

"You have to let Miss Heinous help." She said in a serious whisper.

"No! You have to listen to me! You have to wake up! Please, Star. I need you." He let out a choking sob, knowing it was useless. There was no one left. Whoever this girl was, she had taken control.

"Stop calling me that horrid name!" The girl broke out. "My name is Lady!" She let out a yelp as she must have held her head in pain that told him the girl was finally remembering. She fell to the floor, on her knees, and the boy joined her. "My name is Lady, I tell you! It is!"

The boy noticed her inner fight to recall who she really was and lifted her chin with his robotic arm so their eyes met. In her eyes, he saw the fear of the unknown and memories that she couldn't quite find. "Look at me." He mumbled. The girl did so.

The hard, quick slap to the girl's face was sudden and painful. The boy's hand left a red, aggravated print of his hand on the girl's cheek and she gasped. When she dropped her head and tried to hold back her cry, he held onto her shoulders. "Now, look at me." He said again.

She did so a second time. This time, however, she looked deep at the boy's eyes. "Marco...?"

"Star?" The boy finally knew his own name and joy filled his stomach. He rose only halfway and wrapped his arms around Star. "I thought I lost you." Marco said.

This was originally supposed to be a tragic ending, but I hate to say that I like happy endings much better. Anyways, here you go.

(Sol and Lady AU)