The one who saved me, before they even met me.

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 It started like any other day of the 17th century when suddenly everything changed.

 I had gotten ready per usual, put on my mantua then put my hair up. Then started my daily stroll to the town, as I was walking I began feeling quite frail. I sat on the side of the path for a moment, when I then began to feel woozy. This was most certainly unlike me. 

I was usually always lively and never felt like this. I then passed out. As I woke up, I was blinded by a bright thing, it was the sun. When my eyes adjusted, this beautiful girl, who was around my age, ran up to me. She helped me up and said "Wow! You are actually here."

 I was pretty confused by this statement, she told me her name was Grace and grabbed my hand. Thinking to myself, she didn't seem so happy to introduce herself, although, she was happy to see me. She then took me to a thing she called the "mall," it was large and had several small stores within it. I was very amazed.

She bought me some clothes, she said: they were more up-to-date. She didn't seem weirded out or anything that I appeared from nowhere, it's like she was prepared for me.