Emma Love
The Chronicles: Dark Horizons
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( Aug. 25, 2019)
One day I woke up with no memory of myself or my past—not even my name.
At my side, were three others just like me. Three others with no memory. Three others with the same abilities. Three others trying to find answers.
Three others running from something.
Our lives keep us constantly on the move, finding temporary homes while we survive in a war-torn world we don’t remember.
Except for the nightmares.
Flashbacks of experiments and pain, death and destruction. Who were we? Why were we created? I refuse to believe that we were created as tools to kill. I know that we can find the answers if we keep searching.
I know that we are good.
Except for when the program takes over.
At my side, were three others just like me. Three others with no memory. Three others with the same abilities. Three others trying to find answers.
Three others running from something.
Our lives keep us constantly on the move, finding temporary homes while we survive in a war-torn world we don’t remember.
Except for the nightmares.
Flashbacks of experiments and pain, death and destruction. Who were we? Why were we created? I refuse to believe that we were created as tools to kill. I know that we can find the answers if we keep searching.
I know that we are good.
Except for when the program takes over.