It all came back to me in a series of flashes. Memories of a forgotten life, all rushing back inside my head in the form of a dream. My first memory was when I was a small child, and my grandmother handed me a necklace, telling me that it would help me achieve anything I wanted. The next was when I was running around outside with Clara and Trevor. Clara and her family apparently lived next door to me and my brother, as long as I could remember. We had a fun childhood, but it soon became obvious that we were set to lead different lives. When my brother was a teenager, he enlisted to the army and rarely went home, leaving me alone with my parents and grandmother. I wanted to study. To travel and see the world—to view and experience all the forms of art it had to offer—but such dreams for a w
