I opened my eyes in a bed, with a purple canopy over my head. I lifted my head to find a huge window looking out on a beautiful beach. I got up and went to the window. I saw my parents through a skylight beneath my window. I guessed that I was in a mansion. I was so confused. Where was I?
I wasn't sure if this was my house, a hotel, or what. "Maybe I got a concussion or something."I shook that idea out of my head since I remember some stuff. Just not the one I wanted. Well, not really. The memory is the past weeks at the lost cities. It might have been a dream, but I don't think so. I remember it all so clearly. Quinlin, Livvy, Sophie, Grady, Edaline, Mr. Forkle. They were elves living in the lost cities.
The only proof I have if it actually happened is the imparter that Alden gave me before I left. I opened my mauve door and climbed down the fancy staircase going to a HUGE dining room. I walked around the room and saw a patio door. I opened it and my parents turned their heads towards me. "Good morning Olivia! Did you sleep well?" I looked around. Were they talking to me? "Who's Olivia? I'm Amy. Or Nata-" Then I had a thought that flashed to the front of my mind. What if my name is Olivia? What if the elves forgot to give me my memories? That would explain a lot...
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Memories
FantasyDISCONTINUED: Amy realizes that the elves forgot to implant her new memories before they left her back home. She knows nothing of herself, of her life. She doesn't know where she lives. She can't tell her parents, for risk of unearthing their trauma...
