Goodfellow, this isn't you. Then what is me? Who am I? I know I'm Robin Goodfellow, but something about that just doesn't feel right. It prickles my skin as if I was wearing a vest of thorns. I actually have done that, long story short, it was quite a painful experience. What am I doing? Seriously what am I doing?? What have I been doing all this time? It feels like this is all a dream. A dream where time passed like a blink of an eye. 

My brothers are definitely keeping something from me. Or am I keeping something from myself? I think it's more of the second question. Why else would I have drunken the pomegranate juice? It causes forgetfulness. It isn't something I would normally ever drink. It isn't something no one should drink unless they had a very good reason which I guess I had. But did I? Did I really? I can't help but feel like my brothers are manipulating me, yet again. Did I forget... Meghan and Nyx? Why? Why would I do something as stupid as that? I know I am usually a big joke... but ah! There it is.

The blue fruit was shining in the underworld like diamonds. I fly down. I transform back into myself. I brush myself off. Flying in the underworld is like swimming in sandy, murky waters. It's disgusting. I look at the tree. The first and last tree of the Underworld. Mot trees bloom the fruit of the underworld, red pomegranates but this one was here long before Hades or me. I don't know why or how it bloomed, but I do know it is my salvation. 

It can return my memories. I'm sure of it. Hades has told me of these fruits for as long as I can remember. To be honest, it was pretty annoying, however. But as I stare at the lonely tree, It's beautiful. It's a shining star in the dark. The leaves were a perfect shade of green and the fruit was bluer than the sky.  The fruit seemed to sparkle in the dark. I reach for one.

"Halt Goodfellow!"  A cranky voice says.