I wake, not knowing where I am. I know who I am and where I come from, but the place is not familiar to me. I remember everything about my life, except how I ended up here.
A Tales of Magick story. (See the excerpt after the description.)
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“The year is eighteen-hundred and twenty-one. You do not want to stay here with me, do you? They never do,” she says sadly, shaking her head slowly. “They never want to keep an old lady company. I cannot understand why,” she says, a tear rolling down her cheek.
“Who are ‘they’? Who are you, and where am I?” I ask, still confused.
“You are in my home. I am just a lonely old lady.”
“You keep saying that, but I want to know your name.” She is scaring me now. It may just be the situation I’m in, but I am freaked. Is she crazy or something? I just can’t tell.
“My name is Olivia, and ‘they’ are the other young men I have brought here. They did not want to be here with me, either, and they tried to leave. But there is no where to go. No way to leave. Do not try, or you will be sorry. Just make me happy and stay here with me.”
I don’t know what she is talking about. My head hurts more now, and I’m still confused. “How did you bring these men here? How did I get here?”