Guinevere

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Guinevere

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She woke here one day in this glittering forest. Not a clue who she was or where she came from. Well, she had one hint- the single scar over her right eye. Otherwise, just faces with no names and names with no faces. Nothing clicking, nothing feeling right even when she tried to piece it together. Only her own name, a name that felt right- Guinevere. No idea where she is and why she's here, she started to wander when she was found by someone peculiar- A Fae (What's a Fae?) seemingly made from crystal. This strange woman began to lead her to a new home, promising to find people to help her out together the puzzle in her brain - Guinevere finds her now home quite welcoming and warm, if sometimes chaotic. The people here are well mannered and polite, though some are strange characters indeed. But why does she feel like something's missing?

However hard she helps and however hard she thinks, she cannot figure it out. Why does it feel like there's a hold in her mind, something missing? Why does she feel like she belongs elsewhere, somewhere further away? Guinevere is learning all she can about these strange people she's become one of, of their customs and their behaviors. She can't deny, she has fun here. But all she really desires is to find the pieces of a broken past. Something far away, shrouded in mystery even to her. Will she ever truly get what she desires, or will she be doomed to this life, constantly seeking something that doesn't exist...?