Only The Beginning

Only The Beginning

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If you want to know the evidence the best person to talk to is me, your soul, and it is I who knows everything. I know the conflict between those two families and it is I who watched their deaths for it is I who wept at there feet, and watched their parents suffer the lost of their beloved death. If only they had got along in the past everything could have gone well, for this is the beginning of a story which you do not know the truth of.
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The First

I was the first. I arrived in the Glade, and there was nothing and... no one. I remembered nothing about who I was, who my parents were, what happened. A few days I remembered my name, and that's it. That's all that ever came back. There were four walls surrounding me with only one exit. I wanted to go through, so I did, in hopes of finding my way out. What I found lurking on the other side was not an exit but something much worse. I found my way back, and I spent the next month fending for myself. Food, water, a temporary shelter. After a month, someone else arrived, and this person arrived with supplies. Every month a new person was sent up. Every arrival was the same as mine. They couldn't remember anything. I was the first one here, and that means that I call the shots, I make the rules, and I run the place.

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