I open my eyes, and I get up out of the cold bed I was on, I was wearing a dress, I remember it as my birthday dress. In fear I ran out of the tiny home I was in, down a valley and though a farm. As I walked I thought I don’t remember why I was there?, how I got there?, or who I am? I walked the streets a place I think was my home, everyone is staring at me, am I someone known by everyone? I ask myself before a man came up to me smiling with joy saying “My sister you are back! I can’t believe it!” Then I knew, he was my brother. I when missing on my 16th birthday, I was to become queen that day, queen of a place called retour.
Mystery
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I’d like to see more tension before she remembers her life. Like half the story should be her searching for information about who she is and trying to acclimate to royal life. This is a good outline of a story but I think you can flush things out a lot more.