Ariella’s POV
The fire and blood vanished. Now I stood in an ordinary settlement…simple wooden houses, dirt paths, a few market stalls. It looked… strangely familiar, but I couldn’t place why and how.
I could swear I’ve never been here before. But somehow, it felt familiar.
The air smelled of fresh bread and woodsmoke, not death.
I’ve definitely been here before… but when? Why can’t I remember?
The sound of children giggling floated through the air, followed by the tiny splatter of bare feet pounding on the ground.
I looked up and my brows drew together in confusion.
Three girls about the same age were chasing each other in a small clearing, laughing wildly like the world held no worries.
They looked around thirteen or fourteen, barefooted with torn sack dresses clinging to their
