My sister didn't see any of it. I saw it all. She remembers floating above the mess, but she remembers seeing the beauty of the wave, not the death just before it.
You'll come to see that this is an often pattern in the way that the two of us interpret things.
I know that we stayed there for a while, over the wave, but it was calm now, not dangerous, just sparkling and flat and pretty, just the way my sister remembers it.
After that, I only remember darkness. I didn't know that we were eventually plucked from the sky by the wand of a powerful wizard, or that he was the one who put us in the care of a tiny school for magic orphans. I eventually learned that it was called Grey John's Academy, but I didn't think that John was really all that grey.
I guess that's where my memories start up again. When I was old enough to know that I was at Grey John's, and literate enough to be able to ask my sister if she knew that our parents were dead.
For the record, she didn't.
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The Forces
FantasyThere's a maze. And an ocean, a great big, beautiful ocean, and it's just on the other side of the maze. I think that's all I remember about where I was. I think I could've been any age at all and this memory would've still stuck. That's because it...
