When she reaches a strange temple, Anna struggles to remember even her own name, but as she explores the temple's vast library she must discover the truth about her past, before an ancient curse claims her. And, is she even Anna?
This was written for Mizal's single-day competition that was "all Suranna's fault."
This story is set in the same world as "Wintertorn" that I am currently writing for Endmaster's prompt contest.