Get up and look around
"How can it be that I cannot remember who I am?" you ask
yourself.
Then you remember the book the boy was writing in. Maybe some of the
answers are there.
You get up off the matress and take a good around the room. Other than
the two matresses, there is a beautifully carved wooden desk with
writing paper and quills on it. There is also a mirror on the wall
next to it. You walk over to it and see your reflection, a pale,
slender girl with long, straight, brown hair. Yet she looks like a
stranger to you.
