{Warning! This chapter contains sensitive content.}
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As she watched on in horror, so many critically injured people were lying around everywhere on top of some hill, in the dead of the night, the only reason she was able to see was because of the three bright moons hanging on top and illuminating the dark and starless sky of the night brightly. Sophia looked at her hands and realized further that they were small, like those of a child. She muttered in a childlike, unfamiliar voice, "What's going on?"
A sense of intense wrongness flashed through her mind as she tried to think and remember how she had even gotten here, but her mind was utterly blank. She couldn't remember anything except for her name, Sophia: just Sophia, no last name, nothing. Then a sudden stream of huge memories started to overflow in her head: a loving mother, a loving father, an older brother—all of them, how they all loved her dearly.
