Time flew by, and I found myself slowly slipping into the role of Zerah.
I learned her mannerisms, her quirks, her favorite things.
I even started to enjoy it. I liked having friends, going to classes, and being part of a community. I was starting to feel like I belonged.
One day, our class was assigned a field trip to the Enchanted Forest.
"Okay, listen everyone," our teacher announced, her voice filled with excitement.
"This is the Enchanted Forest, the biggest and most magical forest in the kingdom."
The forest looked so familiar to me. The towering trees, the soft moss underfoot, the scent of pine and earth... it all felt so incredibly familiar, like a dream I couldn't quite remember.
It was as if I had been here before, but I couldn't place it.
I looked around at my classmates, their faces filled with awe and wonder.
They were all so excited to explore the forest, to discover its secrets. But I felt a different kind of excitement, a feeling of recognition, of something forgotten and yet so close.
This forest held a key, I knew it. It held the key to my past, to my memories, to my true identity. And I was going to find it.
I took a deep breath, my heart pounding with anticipation. It was time to step into the Enchanted Forest and unravel its mysteries.
"Everyone be careful," our teacher warned, her voice laced with a hint of apprehension.
"This forest sounds magical, but it's also dangerous. There are legends that say a white and beautiful deer guards this forest. They say the deer has an emerald crystal on its forehead, and it's incredibly powerful."
My heart skipped a beat. A white deer with an emerald crystal on its forehead? It was the same deer I had seen before I woke up in this body.
The same deer that might hold the key to my past, to understanding why I was here
"Powerful?" a classmate asked, his eyes wide with wonder. "Like, magical powerful?"
"It's said that the deer can grant wishes,"
the teacher replied, her voice hushed. 
"But it's also said to be fiercely protective of the forest. Those who try to harm it or its sacred grounds are said to face its wrath."
I glanced around at my classmates, their faces filled with a mixture of excitement and fear.
They were all eager to explore the forest, but they were also wary of the dangers it might hold.
I, however, felt a different kind of excitement.
A sense of purpose, of destiny. I had to find that deer. I had to find the emerald crystal.
It was the only way to unravel the mysteries of my past and understand why I was here, in this strange new world.
"Wow, this forest is legendary and unique," I said, my voice filled with awe. "I want to go into the deepest part of it. It's dangerous, but..." I trailed off, glancing at my classmates. They all looked so scared.
"Hey Zerah, do you know a lot of people died in this forest?" one of my classmates asked, her voice hushed.
"So that's what they're afraid of," I thought. "How do you know?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Well, there's a lot of rumors about it," she replied. "They call this forest a death forest."
"Wow, people are so creative about rumors like this, even if they're not true," I thought. It was ridiculous. Of course, there were dangers in any forest, but to call it a death forest was an exaggeration.
I looked around at the forest, its towering trees casting long shadows on the ground. It was beautiful, magical, and a little bit eerie.
But it was definitely not a death forest. It was a place of power, of mystery, of ancient magic.
And I was determined to explore its depths.
I knew there was something special waiting for me in this forest, something that held the key to my past.
And I was going to find it.
The forest tour had left a deep impression on me. I couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity, the sense of belonging that the ancient trees and the whispered legends evoked.
That night, I dreamt of the forest, a vivid and surreal dreamscape that intertwined with the events leading up to my arrival in this new world.
I was picking apples that had fallen from a tree, the air crisp and cool, when a sudden, sharp noise startled me.
I whirled around, my heart pounding, and saw a sight that took my breath away.
There, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, stood a magnificent deer.
Its coat was the purest white, its eyes like pools of liquid emerald.
But it was the crystal on its forehead, a shimmering emerald gem, that truly captivated me.
"Young lady," the deer spoke, its voice deep and gentle, like the rustling of leaves in the wind.
"You are a part of our core."
"What core?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mixture of awe and confusion. "What past?"
The deer took a step closer, its emerald eyes gazing into mine.
It was about to speak, to reveal the secrets it held, when a series of insistent knocks on my door shattered the dream.
I woke with a gasp, my heart racing. The dream felt so real, so vivid, that I could almost feel the deer's presence, its ethereal voice whispering in my ear.
I knew I had to find that deer, to find the emerald crystal, to unlock the mysteries of my past.
I glanced at the clock on my nightstand. It was late, but I couldn't sleep.
My mind was buzzing with questions, with the echoes of the deer's words.
I knew I was on the verge of discovering something important, something that could change everything.
"Zerah, are you up? Wake up, Zerah!"
Ugh, this boy.
Always at the worst possible time. I swear I'm going to rip his head off.
"What?" I shouted, my voice thick with sleep.
"Open the door, please," he mumbled, his voice muffled.
Was he alright? I got out of bed and shuffled over to the door, throwing it open.
"What do you want?" I asked, my voice still laced with annoyance.
He was leaning against the doorframe, his face pale and his eyes wide.
"I... I had a nightmare," he stammered, his voice barely a whisper. "I... I need someone to talk to."
My annoyance melted away, replaced by a wave of concern.
"Come in," I said, stepping aside to let him into my room.
He walked in, his shoulders slumped, and sat down on the edge of my bed.
I sat beside him, my hand resting lightly on his arm.
"What was it about?" I asked, my voice soft.
He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with fear.
"It was about the forest," he whispered. "I dreamt that a giant, white deer with an emerald crystal on its forehead was chasing me. It was trying to kill me."
I listened patiently, my heart twisting with sympathy. It was a strange dream, but it was clear that it had left him shaken.
"It's just a dream," I said, squeezing his arm reassuringly.
"It doesn't mean anything."
He looked up at me, his eyes searching mine.
"But what if it does?" he asked, his voice barely audible.
"What if it's a warning?"
I shook my head.
"It's just a dream," I repeated, my voice firm.
"Don't worry about it."
He nodded, but his eyes still held a flicker of fear.
I knew he wasn't entirely convinced, but I hoped that my reassurance would help him to calm down.
"Go back to sleep," I said, gently pushing him towards him out of my room
He gave me a small smile, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes.
"Thanks," he whispered.
feeling a strange sense of responsibility for him.
He was just a boy, after all, and he needed someone to look out for him.
I turned off the light and settled back into my own bed, my mind filled with the image of the white deer with the emerald crystal.
It was a strange dream, but it felt significant, somehow connected to the mysteries of my past.
I knew I couldn't ignore it.
I had to find that deer, to find the emerald crystal, to understand what it meant.
I had to unravel the secrets of my past, to find out who I really was.