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“My parents committed suicide, my freedom was stripped, and now I've fallen in love with someone I can never be with. What is wrong with Life?” Cymru Venefica Widerhall was a plain girl at the age of seventeen; a plain girl who lives in a tiny cottage constructed on a few acres of land; a plain girl whose parents committed suicide after celebrating her seventeenth birthday; a plain girl who resorted to begging and living on the streets after having her house burned down; a plain girl who was captured by a shop owner and was forced to work there. She was just a plain girl. Except that she lived in the ancient eras of 14th century England. When one day good luck finally bestowed upon her...
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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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