The Girl Who Forgot the War

The last thing you remember is darkness. Then, a frantic voice screaming at you to breathe. Pain flares across your forehead as you try to open your eyes.

You're being carried on a stretcher, the blue sky above you blurring. A familiar face appears – Carlos Ramirez, covered in dust and blood. Memories flash back: an ambush, a bomb.

"Marc," you rasp, desperate for information about your companion. Carlos's response is evasive, telling you not to worry.

You're loaded into a helicopter, the noise assaulting your ears. You catch a glimpse of blood covering your limbs. As consciousness fades, you see two birds flying peacefully overhead.

Two years later, you're working at the local library in Bishop's Green. Life is quiet, but a nagging feeling of something missing persists. Strange, vivid nightmares begin to plague you, glimpses of warzones and explosions.

During a shopping trip, a man's shout triggers a terrifying hallucination of a desert battlefield.

That night, a nightmare of fire and screaming leads to you nearly attacking your brother, Rhys, who woke you.

Your family's reaction to your dreams and the arrival of a card for your mother from a man named "Marc" further unsettles you. They are clearly hiding something. Your oldest brother, Thomas, recently returned, gives you a plain metal tin labeled with military markings – and your name.

The mystery of your past and the name Marc now consumes you. You know the truth is hidden, and you are determined to find it.