What happened? Amaya was lost. She vaguely remembered being bullied, chased into an icy forest to hide out in a tree stump overnight. She'd been sick, and cold, but she couldn't remember much of anything after that.
Names failed her, faces failed her. It was as if she was starting completely over. She hugged herself, and followed the sounds of voices, and it wasn't long before she was among so many faces she recognized from her time as a servant in the Center. But...who exactly were they? She couldn't remember their names, or did she ever know them?
She joined the crowd, but said nothing. She felt small, out of place, and lost. This place wasn't pleasant. It wasn't home. Even situations that were familiar were now foreign. What could she do? How could she help? Or should she just fade into the background and be invisible, like she was most of the time as a servant.
Names failed her, faces failed her. It was as if she was starting completely over. She hugged herself, and followed the sounds of voices, and it wasn't long before she was among so many faces she recognized from her time as a servant in the Center. But...who exactly were they? She couldn't remember their names, or did she ever know them?
She joined the crowd, but said nothing. She felt small, out of place, and lost. This place wasn't pleasant. It wasn't home. Even situations that were familiar were now foreign. What could she do? How could she help? Or should she just fade into the background and be invisible, like she was most of the time as a servant.
