Prologue

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Flashes of memories. Faces, voices, places, and times all blurring together, a kaleidoscope of memories. A woman that must've been her mother letting out a beautiful, tinkling laugh that lit up her entire face. A large brick building (possibly a school?) with kids swarming out in colorful masses. A deep baritone voice singing a soothing lullaby and the delightful feeling of the warm sun kissing her skin. As all of these pieces flew around in her head, there were only three things she knew for certain: She was 15 years old, her name was Emelia, and she had the potential to make or break the world.

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