She was drowning…it was not water, but she was drowning, dying.

She sat up gasping for breath, and somehow the air came, flooding into her empty lungs.

You have a strong resolve little princess – I guess fate didn’t want you to die just yet.

“What the hell?” she asked angrily, but the voice that had spoken in her mind had faded. She sat up to find herself in a dark room, sitting on a rough, hard bed.

And she was lost, mentally. Panicked, she tried to remember her life, but nothing came. Blurred images of faces and clear voices rung through her mind, but no clear pictures, no clues. She knew that fir now she was called Neua, but she knew that Neua was not her name. It felt wrong, unused.

She needed to find someone to help her remember and she knew that help would come in Wu. She swung herself onto her feet and wrenched open the door, stepping into a world of colour and bright sunlight and set off east, though somehow she knew that she’d always been crap at navigating.

There was no explanation to anything.

It was there in her heart, in her soul – in her very being. She just knew.

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Ha! I have a sequel planned. I was not happy with my ending for A Princess & her Chosen, so sit tight and ready for the next fic – in which everything gets a little bit weird, more romantic and with less random ‘oh I fancy him’ changing her mind every two seconds crap. So, after that lovely summary of P&C, I will now (hopefully) correct all my mistakes and actually make it interesting.

Well, I’ll try wink