Denial

The glitter of her past life was quickly fading, trapped inside the confines of a mental box. She'd thrown it there after her return.

"It was just a fairytale," she had said.

Going to school helped. Books were real, tangible things. Knowledge she used on a daily basis was more logical than the quickly fading memories. With each day's passing, she relied more on her wits than the things she had learned back there.

Sometimes she would hear her siblings talk about it, and she would ignore them. It was all child's play because it hadn't lasted. Nothing good ever did, so why should she waste her time believing in a fantasy? Reality was beckoning to her, and she listened.