CARSON—OR RATHER, ANYA—stretched out her arms, glancing down to make sure it was truly her as she turned them one way and then the other, examining them carefully. Pulling at her long, sandy hair, she glanced down at her bare feet and tattered dress. “I’m really her,” she said as she glanced back up at Misha. “I mean, I’m me, but I’m also him. I have all his memories, but now, I also have all of mine.”
“That’s part of the magic,” a voice off to the side said, causing both Misha and Anya to turn. Destiny crossed the field to where the two of them stood, a proud smile on her face. “I can’t guarantee that the memories will remain when you leave this place, but for now, you remember everything that ever happened to both Anya and Carson.”
He looked down at her body once more. “But why do I lo
