Erika: Starting to doze off on her table, the girl nearly tips over her cup of coffee. She swiftly shoves it further down the table so it wouldn't fall off the end and sighs. What came up was something that signified the repetition of cycle that has reoccurred for millions and millions of times. A new year. It is not the only thing that has reoccurred for copious amounts of times. It was also something inside the small teacher's head. Something was troubling her and bugging her every day since she woke up from what seemed like a very long nap. Something she could not explain herself but it felt like part of her head was missing; not literally of course. But there was a huge blank gap where something big and important should've been. What should she do? "Definitely, I will discover about my true identity" . Where was she from? What happened before she woke up at the Sorceress's house? Did she really nearly freeze to death and was picked up by the sorceress only because it was a kind act? As long as she remembers anyone similar to her wasn't very welcome. Especially there and because of something no one ever told her. 

She glances once again at the falling snow outside and takes a sip of her coffee. Oh my, it's awfully bitter. Where is the sugar this time?