Ashlynn lay on the grass among the tiny sweet-smelling daisies, trying to think. It was very hard.

She felt as if the very essence of her being had been stolen from her, snatched away at the very moment when she needed to be able to trust herself the most.

Ashlynn covered her face with her hands, blocking out the sun and the blue sky above.

She kept catching glimpses of a past that she could not remember, a life story that couldn’t possibly be hers. It frightened her, for the young woman she saw seemed very important.

Not only that, in her mind’s eye, she had wings, wore a crown, and rode a unicorn.

Maybe she was going crazy.

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