Prologue

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  Living had now become something difficult for me to do. My dear mother and brother passed away during the plague that struck the kingdom. They were the only ones who knew me like the back of their hands and losing them, was something hard for me. What kept me going was what mother told me.

  "Never stop living your life to the fullest. No matter what hardship you will go through my darling, even if, it's my passing away." After that, she let out her last breath and died. Not a single tear was shed as I knew that I had to be strong.

My father, we were never close in the first place and I don't think that he loved mother that much either. Because not even a year had passed than he got remarried to a younger woman. She was a beautiful sight to behold, which left me wondering why she would get married to such a person like my father who had wrinkles all over his face. But who am I to talk, maybe that's how love worked.

   Only Lord knows what went through that couple's mind when they thought it was good to leave a twelve year old alone. Their excuse being, 'she is a barrier in our relationship'. I really thought that the woman would be smart but seems like I was proven wrong.

  I sat on the river bank and watched as the water flowed freely. At just the age of twelve, I was forced to live all by myself, earn a living by myself, do everything for myself.

  I even wonder how my boss agreed to give me a job as the citizens of this kingdom hated me with a passion. An outsider, that was what they called me. Just because I looked a little different than them. My hair was brown, instead of their ever so common blonde. My eyes were an olive-green, instead of their brown ones. My skin, just a little bit darker.

  They might think that they bring me down by the insults they give me every single day but, I'm made of much more stronger things than that. As the saying goes, 'What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.'
 
   Now here I am, a sixteen year old, with no education whatsoever, having memories ever since I was eight.

Why did I lose my memory? If I only I had them back, I think it would help me figure out what my purpose in life was. But oh well, seems like there isn't any way I can do that.

  And this everyone, made me the Tatyana Jones I am today, living in the all powerful Metuza Kingdom.

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