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the edge, and shifted form. I stretched my wings out
and took off, getting used to flight before I dove down toward a
meadow.
It
took barely any time for me to reach the ground. I landed softly and
folded my wings in, changing back into the form I was used to.
The
meadow was beautiful. The flowers were almost as numerous as the
grass, the wind swaying their colorful heads to and fro.
In
the distance, the forest stretched along the edge of the field. For
some reason, it was easy for me to picture a cabin there, where the
trees met the grassland. Then, it all came back to me. I fell to my
knees as a forgotten memory took over my thoughts.
I
was in a meadow. A beautiful meadow, where the flowers were almost as
numerous as the grass.
A
beautiful woman with curling dark hair and crinkling green eyes
smiled down at me as we wandered through the flowers, holding hands.
Suddenly,
she stopped, picking a pretty yellow and orange blossom to put in my
red hair.
“ There's
my little fire flower,” she said with a smile.
I
grinned and hugged her neck.
I
was suddenly pulled away from her and hefted into someone's arms.
“Papa!” I giggled. The red-haired, brown-eyed man
chuckled and threw me up on his shoulders.
In
front of us, a little boy with brown curls like his mother ran
through the flowers. The woman chased after him, laughing.
Then,
there was nothing.
I
muffled a gasp as I came back to the present.
“ Ivy?
Are you okay?” asked Roselle. Her voice made me jump.
How
had she gotten there so fast? I looked back up at the faraway
mountain. I wiped away the tears that had somehow surfaced, and
nodded. I took a deep shuddering breath.
“ Ivy,”
she said, her brow wrinkled with concern. “What's wrong?”
After
a few more breaths, I gave her a wobbly smile. “I...um...just
had a memory. That's all. A memory of my family.”
Roselle
looked surprised. “Were you an orphan?” she asked.
I
looked up at the bright, cloudless sky. “Yes. I was.”
She
sat down in the grass and patted the ground next to her. “Would
you like to tell me about your memory?”
For
some reason, I did want to tell her, but not here. Not with the
trainer overhearing, and the survival test ticking away. I shook my
head. “Not right now,” I whispered quietly.
She
shrugged and stood up. “That's fine. Just tell me if I can help
at all.”
I
nodded.
She
gave me a half-smile before moving ahead, toward the forest. “We'd
better get hunting,” she said.
I
followed her toward the forest. I decided to stay with Roselle the
entire time, watching what she did as she took down two squirrels and
gathered edible roots. I helped her gather until the test was over.
Everyone seemed to be successful, and we had a nice, big meal.
When
the bell sounded to announce the end of the meal, Roselle pulled me
away from the group of students, and behind the tent that we had just
come out of.
“ Now
that we're not in our survival test, would you like to tell me what
you remembered?” she asked.
I
peered around the tent at the other students. Finally, I nodded. “I
was in a meadow with my mother, my father, and my brother. We lived
right on the edge of a meadow similar to the one in the survival
test.” I paused, and bit my cheek to keep my tears at bay. “Do
you think that they could still be alive?”
She
looked down at her feet. “I don't know... How did they die?”
she inquired, glancing back up.
“ I
was told that there was a fire,” I answered.
She
shrugged. “I guess it could be possible. You might have an
older brother somewhere. Wouldn’t you be together, though, if
your brother had lived?”
I
sighed. “The orphanage separated boys and girls.”
“ That
doesn’t seem right, at least not for brothers and sisters,”
she said.
“ I
know. I saw them forced into parting ways many times during my stay
there.”
Madam
Grant had only let brothers and sisters meet and talk to each other
once a week. I would’ve remembered my
and took off, getting used to flight before I dove down toward a
meadow.
It
took barely any time for me to reach the ground. I landed softly and
folded my wings in, changing back into the form I was used to.
The
meadow was beautiful. The flowers were almost as numerous as the
grass, the wind swaying their colorful heads to and fro.
In
the distance, the forest stretched along the edge of the field. For
some reason, it was easy for me to picture a cabin there, where the
trees met the grassland. Then, it all came back to me. I fell to my
knees as a forgotten memory took over my thoughts.
I
was in a meadow. A beautiful meadow, where the flowers were almost as
numerous as the grass.
A
beautiful woman with curling dark hair and crinkling green eyes
smiled down at me as we wandered through the flowers, holding hands.
Suddenly,
she stopped, picking a pretty yellow and orange blossom to put in my
red hair.
“ There's
my little fire flower,” she said with a smile.
I
grinned and hugged her neck.
I
was suddenly pulled away from her and hefted into someone's arms.
“Papa!” I giggled. The red-haired, brown-eyed man
chuckled and threw me up on his shoulders.
In
front of us, a little boy with brown curls like his mother ran
through the flowers. The woman chased after him, laughing.
Then,
there was nothing.
I
muffled a gasp as I came back to the present.
“ Ivy?
Are you okay?” asked Roselle. Her voice made me jump.
How
had she gotten there so fast? I looked back up at the faraway
mountain. I wiped away the tears that had somehow surfaced, and
nodded. I took a deep shuddering breath.
“ Ivy,”
she said, her brow wrinkled with concern. “What's wrong?”
After
a few more breaths, I gave her a wobbly smile. “I...um...just
had a memory. That's all. A memory of my family.”
Roselle
looked surprised. “Were you an orphan?” she asked.
I
looked up at the bright, cloudless sky. “Yes. I was.”
She
sat down in the grass and patted the ground next to her. “Would
you like to tell me about your memory?”
For
some reason, I did want to tell her, but not here. Not with the
trainer overhearing, and the survival test ticking away. I shook my
head. “Not right now,” I whispered quietly.
She
shrugged and stood up. “That's fine. Just tell me if I can help
at all.”
I
nodded.
She
gave me a half-smile before moving ahead, toward the forest. “We'd
better get hunting,” she said.
I
followed her toward the forest. I decided to stay with Roselle the
entire time, watching what she did as she took down two squirrels and
gathered edible roots. I helped her gather until the test was over.
Everyone seemed to be successful, and we had a nice, big meal.
When
the bell sounded to announce the end of the meal, Roselle pulled me
away from the group of students, and behind the tent that we had just
come out of.
“ Now
that we're not in our survival test, would you like to tell me what
you remembered?” she asked.
I
peered around the tent at the other students. Finally, I nodded. “I
was in a meadow with my mother, my father, and my brother. We lived
right on the edge of a meadow similar to the one in the survival
test.” I paused, and bit my cheek to keep my tears at bay. “Do
you think that they could still be alive?”
She
looked down at her feet. “I don't know... How did they die?”
she inquired, glancing back up.
“ I
was told that there was a fire,” I answered.
She
shrugged. “I guess it could be possible. You might have an
older brother somewhere. Wouldn’t you be together, though, if
your brother had lived?”
I
sighed. “The orphanage separated boys and girls.”
“ That
doesn’t seem right, at least not for brothers and sisters,”
she said.
“ I
know. I saw them forced into parting ways many times during my stay
there.”
Madam
Grant had only let brothers and sisters meet and talk to each other
once a week. I would’ve remembered my
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