Echoes of the Past

The next few days brought more confusion and frustration as Amelia tried to piece together the fragments of her past. She spent hours wandering through the village, seeking answers in every corner, yet she found none. The villagers spoke of her with affection, but nothing they said triggered any sense of familiarity.

It wasn't until one afternoon, when Amelia ventured into the forest that bordered the village, that she encountered something that felt... different. Something that stirred a memory buried deep within her mind.

There, at the edge of the woods, was an old, weathered stone, half-covered in ivy. She had no idea why she felt drawn to it, but something about it seemed important. She placed her hand on the stone, and for the first time in days, a memory flashed before her eyes.

Liam, smiling in the sunlight. Her hand in his, walking through these very woods, laughing.

But the memory was fleeting, just a brief image that vanished as quickly as it came. Amelia's heart skipped a beat. She knew this place. She had been here before—hadn't she?

Her fingers traced the worn edges of the stone, and then she saw it—a faint symbol carved into its surface, the same symbol she had seen etched into the stones of the ancient circle. The connection hit her like a bolt of lightning.

This stone... this was part of the curse. And it was the key to understanding what had really happened.