Argyle wakes up in Bridlewood with no memory of who he is or how he got there, with a strange stallion looming over him! Who is Alphabittle, and why is he so protective of the dangerous earth pony who wandered onto his lands? As Argyle unravels the mystery, will he be able to discover who he was, but even more, who he might have been ... and is it too late to reclaim a life set aside?

An entry in the Ancestral Tribute contest.

Possibly the first Argyle/Alphabittle story, at least that I could find! And for some bonus alliteration, let's throw in some amnesia! I wanted to create a loophole where Argyle didn't have to die, and got to live his best gay life somewhere else in Equestria. This fic is marked M/M, for the Alphabittle/Argyle ship. The title is a quote taken from a poem, "Seventy Years of Sleep #4" by nikka ursula.