It was black, there was nothing to see. I felt like I was floating, and there was no way down. If I was asked how long I had been here I would have to answer I don't know. It seemed like even time and space mocked me in my isolation. I could not do anything but scream and cry. Was I in a prison of some sort? Had I done something awful in a past life? Who had put me here, and why? Theses are all questions I ask myself daily, of course I never get an answer. My mind is like a book with no words, it can still be a book but there's nothing in that book to make it unique. My mind still works and I can speak, write, eat, spell even, but all the memories that make me who I am aren't there. I don't have a favorite food, I don't remember playing with children my age, I don't even remember my name. In a way that's the worst part about this. I was put here for what seems like penance, yet I can not even remember what I did wrong. There is nothing I wouldn't do at this point to get out of here, to smell fresh air, or to talk to someone. At least that's what I thought, but what came next almost made me regret ever thinking it.
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FantasyA world filled with the super natural, Our main character, Era, is thrown into an amazing yet dangerous new world with no memories of who she is or where she's from. With the help of a mischievous yet charming god, she must get her bearings and figu...
