Estelle POV:

When I woke up, I was in a bright room with a light shining directly at my face.

"What--?" I tried to say, but my voice was too hoarse to hear. I looked around to see a curly, yellow-haired, tan boy talking to Mom, her black waves swishing as she spoke. She looked angry.

I sat up, slightly, but it was enough to make me dizzy. I fell back onto the bed almost immediately.

It was only then that I realized there was a girl holding my hand. She must have been sleeping. Her tired eyes matched my own; deep, and stormy grey. Her blonde curls bounced as she shot up and looked at me.

After a moments shock, the girl cupped my face in her hands. "I..." she started. "I'm so, so sorry." she said, and kissed my forehead.

"Who--" I started, but Mom appeared on the other side of the bed, along with a boy who looked suspiciously like my mom, but also had this aura of power around him. He reminded me a lot of... well... myself. Only thing was, I didn't even know him. But as I looked into his seaweed green eyes, I knew that I had.

How y'all like it back? @r_jamo22 I KNOW you missed this. It is your story, after all. (ISTG I literally can't write stories without a memory loss here and there)