Scenario:In a fantasy world where magic is real a family of 3, a dad,mom,and daughter are split by a flower that rewrote their current life and sent them into a new world altering their memories. Slowly they will start to remember things from their past lives as they each go through their separate journey and once they get their memories back they will do everything they can to reunite but will have to face the challenges of the new world
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In a fantasy world where magic is real a family of 3, a dad,mom,and daughter are split by a flower that rewrote their current life and sent them into a new world altering their memories. Slowly they will start to remember things from their past lives as they each go through their separate journey and once they get their memories back they will do everything they can to reunite but will have to face the challenges of the new world
I was only seven years old when the flower took my memories.
It was a beautiful day, and my parents had taken me on a picnic to celebrate my birthday.
We were in the middle of the forest, far from home, when I saw it.
A single white flower with petals that shimmered like diamonds in the sunlight.
I remember reaching out to touch it, and then there was a blinding light, and everything went black.
When I woke up, I was alone.
I didn’t know where I was or how I got there.
I didn’t even know who I was.
I was seven years old when the flower stole my memories.
It was a perfect day for a birthday picnic, and I was out with my parents, Garrick and Lysandra Thorne, in the forest near our home.
We had just finished eating my favorite meal, a cheese and ham sandwich with a glass of orange juice.
After we’d eaten, we’d lain down on the soft grass to relax in the warm sunlight streaming through the green canopy.
I watched the dancing leaves above us with sleepy eyes.
Then I saw it.
A single white flower, surrounded by green leaves, shining like diamonds in the sunshine.
I had never seen anything so beautiful.
"Isn’t it pretty?"
I pointed to the flower, which was just a few feet away from where we were lying.
My parents glanced at me and then at each other before nodding.
"It’s beautiful, Elara," my mother said.
I couldn’t help myself.
I sat up and reached out to touch the flower.
The second my fingers brushed the petals, there was a blinding light, and everything went black.
When I woke up, I was somewhere else entirely.
The soft grass under me had been replaced by cold stone, and the gentle rustling of leaves had been replaced by the noise of a bustling city.
Panic set in as I tried to sit up and take in my surroundings.
I was in the middle of a crowded street, surrounded by people who were rushing past me without so much as a second glance.
Tears filled my eyes as I realized that I was all alone.
But how did I get here?
And where were my parents?
I didn’t know what had happened or how I’d ended up in this strange city with no memory of how I’d gotten here or where I was supposed to go.
I was only seven years old when the flower took my memories.
It was a beautiful day, and my parents had taken me on a picnic to celebrate my birthday.
We were in the middle of the forest, far from home, when I saw it.
A single white flower with petals that shimmered like diamonds in the sunlight.
I remember reaching out to touch it, and then there was a blinding light, and everything went black.
When I woke up, I was alone.
I didn’t know where I was or how I got there.
I didn’t even know who I was.
The only thing I knew for sure was that I had to find my family.
It was a beautiful day, and my parents had taken me on a picnic to celebrate my birthday.
We were in the middle of the forest, far from home, when I saw it.
A single white flower with petals that shimmered like diamonds in the sunlight.
I remember reaching out to touch it, and then there was a blinding light, and everything went black.
When I woke up, I was alone.
I don't know how long I was unconscious, but when I opened my eyes, the soft grass underneath me was replaced by cold stone, and the rustling of leaves nearby was drowned out by distant car horns and the faint calls of seagulls in the sky.
I blinked until the world came into focus and then tried to sit up.
Where am I?
And how did I get here?
I glanced around, taking in the tall buildings, the people rushing past me in every direction, and the cars zooming along the street to my left and right.
I didn’t recognize any of it, and in fact, I didn't recognize anything at all.
I didn't know where I was or what had happened to bring me here.
I didn't know who I was or how old I was or if I had a family that might be looking for me somewhere.
But then I noticed that despite not recognizing anything around me, I understood the words on the signs above the stores and restaurants and could even recognize some of the food on display in a nearby bakery window and knew that it was called strudel.
If I couldn't remember who I was or where I'd come from or how I'd gotten where I was, why could I remember things like that?
And more importantly, how did I know how much money was in my pocket?
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small stack of bills that were all different sizes and colors and denominations but all looked like they belonged together somehow.
I had no idea who they belonged to or how they'd gotten there, but when I tried to imagine myself without them, it felt wrong somehow—as if they were supposed to be there even though they didn't belong to me.
I didn't know what to make of any of it, but none of it seemed to matter because something else had changed too—something far more obvious than my surroundings or my memories or even the money in my pocket.
When I finally stood up and caught sight of myself in a nearby store window, I noticed that my hair was no longer brown like it always had been before but instead a deep black like that of a raven's wing—and it was long enough to reach past my waist.