I thought that I had imagined it for a while, our parents' death. That maybe we just ended up at that school because they didn't want us, like most of the other students at Grey John's. But as I grew, I began to find myself believing more and more that the images in the back of my head were real.
It also convinced me pretty good when an old guy calling himself our grandfather showed up on our tenth birthday and handed my sister our mom's wedding ring. I think that that's when I figured that my memory of that night was pretty much crystal clear.
He didn't say his name. Just that he was our mother's father and that he had been waiting for the right time to introduce himself and to give us what was left of our parents. He walked in on a cane, but when I called him a liar, he walked out without even the slightest stutter in his step.
We didn't see him again for a long time. My sister held onto that ring like it was actually a family heirloom. I didn't believe that my dad would give my mom a ring that ugly.
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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...
