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I woke up with the strangest tingling on my lips. It was as thought they were on fire yet they were so cold. Rubbing them with my fingertips only made the peculiar sensation become more noticeable. After I did regular routine of slapping myself in the face, I went into to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I looked into the mirror, I saw something fascinating, yet so odd. There was a metallic powder on my lips that reflected in the light.

Sparkles.

Looking in the mirror with wonder in my eyes, I thought, what could possibly happen to cause such a weird phenomenon? After trying and failing to rub it off, I shrugged my shoulders and brushed my teeth. I thought about the choreography that was in today's performance, over and over again I went through my visual images and names. I thought of how big the stage was and how high I had to jump. How the long dress would help me and confine me. It was the strangest ballet, the music and the choreography mysteriously sent to the director of the studio. He read through everything, decided that he liked it, and single handed-ly taught the whole core the moves in one week. I wasn't with the core anymore. A few weeks ago I had been dubbed the first soloist of the Geoffry Ballet school. One of the happiest days of my life that I would probably never forget, unless I get diagnosed with some strange disease that would make me forget who am and who I was. I shuddered.

Mnemophobia.

The fear of forgetting memories.

Although I knew the name of my fear, it never actually made me less scared. Made me even more scared, that whatever this thing that I had was, had a name.

As I drank my tea I watched the cars pass my building by, not even knowing that a mnemophobic person was sitting there, drinking tea and watching them go by in their cars.

Pathetic. I was.

I drank the rest of my tea and went back into the bathroom where I was going to put in my bun. As I was carefully placing the bobby pins where they should be, I froze. Markings were appearing above my eyes not at all unlike the ones the Goblin King had.

I let my hair fall down and frantically turned on the faucet in front of me. For the next few moments of my incredibly short life, where spent rubbing my eyes and my lips. The markings and the sparkles just weren't coming off! I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes begging to get red.

There had to be logical explanation for this. There just had to be.

Sarah Williams had stopped believing in magic and most definitely, in the Goblin King.

A/n: An idea that I just couldn't get out of my head.

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And how does Ms. Ludmilla get mixed into all of this mess?

What happened in that half a year?

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