The History of Hyna

We near the end of the passage. Ahead on the wall lies an old picture of a Queen with a brown and white dress flaring out at the bottom, brown hair tied up in a beehive style… with my face on it. I gawk at it gobsmacked.

“Oh my God” I say edging towards it.

“Have you not seen it?” Kyra asks with a confused tone.

“No” I say shaking my head still staring at the astounding picture. How could this happen? Or is it just a coincidence that she has the same face as me. Button nose, freckly face, hazel eyes and small ears.

“Do you not remember it being taken?”

“No… what? No. It’s not me, this is crap” I find myself snapping back into reality and turn way from the picture.

“But that is you. Your just in one of your servants bodies” I find myself glaring at Kyra.

“What?” I ask after an awkward pause.

“We heard you killed one of your servants and put your soul into their body” right now. I don't know if I'm dreaming, or if I've turned crazy. Everything that is going on right now is so surreal, and I don't think I like it very much. I then blink and scratch the back of my head.

"It's official... I've turned crazy"

"Oh no your not crazy. It's true. We thought you'd forget. And then there's Peter, your husband. You must have forgotten about him to, and your children Andrew, David, Elizabeth and Rebecca. There's so much we have to tell you. Like when David left the castle and got lost in the forest, they never knew if - "


"Please stop.... just stop"  I say cutting across her. This is all to much for me to take in. They all watch me as I curl into a ball, close my eyes, and try to forget the world for the next few minutes. I never thought I'd say this, but I want my mum.

The End

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