[ she's terrified. not only because she's suddenly been forced to recognize the falsehood of the memories she's been living for the past month, but because even with that revitalized awareness, she doesn't return to the place that she knows, a place that in the most peculiar of ways has become something of a strange comfort.
and her magic — it's gone.
without that instinctual place of solace within herself, she reaches out, seeking the people she's found it with all these months, seeking out her sister — ]
voice;
and her magic — it's gone.
without that instinctual place of solace within herself, she reaches out, seeking the people she's found it with all these months, seeking out her sister — ]
Dana! Dana, please tell me you made it.