It's angering to feel so hopeless, so useless. You still are not completely positive that this isn't a dream, but how could someone be so injured that they cannot even speak? You attempt to clear your throat and try again. Still nothing. The man sets the herbs down before getting a glass of water and helps you sit up to drink some. "Get some rest Alice." The last thing you hear before you black out again. Why are they calling me Alice? It's Emma... I've always been Emma.
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A Tale Not Yet Told (CYOA)
FantasyThough hungry minds gather to read, it is of great stride to announce that this story cannot be read, for it has yet to be writ. If however, you wish to embark on this adventure; may you continue it on your own. Be wary of the choices you make e'r...
