When I woke up it was dark with a few stray slivers of moonlight shining through the thick bramble bushes to tell me that night had fallen. At least that's what I thought it was, because at that point in time I couldn't remember anything. Not even my own name. What person doesn't remember their own name? That person just happened to be me. No name, no home, no family that I knew of that I could return to waiting with warm welcomes. I was nobody. Just merely a petal on the wind.
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A Briar Trapped In The Thicket
FantasyStep into a little fairies wings as she attempts to make her way out of a very thick and dangerous briar bush as she tries to find a way back to her home. All while trying to remember who she is and what she has lost, along with trying to remember h...
