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Prologue

Amy Foster up there ^^

I wish my sister would come back.

Apparently Sophie Foster is famous in the Lost Cities, that place I must never mention. Apparently my sister is... well, a rebel? Or a hero? An outcast? Or a member of the Council? Personally, I think she's a goner. 

A month ago she came here; I nearly died when she left. Well, I nearly died when she was here, but I survived that. I suppose I survived both, but not really. There's been a gaping hole in me ever since I had to leave the Lost Cities the first time. I miss it now. I miss the alicorns, the mallowmelt, the glimmering crystal mansions, and the eternally fresh air. 

But mostly, I just want my sister back. Is that too much to ask? 

I hate the secrets. I hate the loneliness. I hate the city's smell and the polluted air. It feels like I awoke from a good dream, and know I can never go back. It gets sad, after a while, knowing there's something out there that you used to have, that you can never have again. I wish my parents could keep their memory too. But I guess it's for the best that they don't. Otherwise they'd be in the same state as me.