The perspective of the forgetful

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        Toua. He was the last person I'd expect to stop me. He was my one of my friends, we usually worked together. I knew what the queen did to him. She kept reusing him over and over, replacing his insides and outsides with machines and ice. That's why he was always so cold and angry. I didn't want to have to fight him, but if he was going against the queen I had to. I had no other choice. But, I couldn't fight. I felt dizzy, and everything went dark.


I awoke in a very cold forest, covered in snow and ice. The trees were covered in a sheet of snow, I didn't know where I was. My name is Viridia right? Yes that's true. That last thing I remember is passing out, but I don't know where I was before that. I looked around, finding a sword laying next to me. I picked it up and held it, feeling some type of familiarity. I decided to keep it so that it provides defense against any danger that's here.

What's going on? Where am I?

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