Finola was at the University Of The West Indies, flipping through pages. She was trying to find out about the ancestors. Slavery history, it was so hard. Without the documents, papers, it was impossible. She fell asleep. She then woke up, and saw three people before her: an Asian woman, a Ghanaian woman, and a man in a gleaming suit of armour. “Am I crazy? What’s going on? Is it a joke? It’s not funny.” She started to hear whispers, and then they became louder. “There is a way,” said one, the one dressed like a knight. “There is a way. Close your eyes.” Finola saw rocks, a dark shore, and waves upon waves…a black sea. A unicorn symbol popped up in her mind…Then, there was silence. She looked later online - Fenegal was a place, a real place in Ireland - and the coat of arms was a unicorn. Finola knew that she also had Irish ancestry. The journey had just begun.
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