Maya and I stood on a huge field. The ground was solid ice and a few feet away from us stood a woman.
"Mother," Maya gasped, stepping forward but I grabbed her hand holding her back.
Another woman emerged. Her black hair flew in wildly in the breeze that passed.
"Mother," I gasped.
Then, Maya and I saw a little Soren and little me running towards Damarys and my mother.
I recognised the memory.
"We're in the wrong memory," I whispered to Maya.
"I know but my mother's alive,"
"It's only a memory," I reminded her.
Maya looked at me. Tears were already streaming down her face and I wondered how she would survive the memory of her mother speaking to Soren.
Maya's grip tightened around my hand and I squeezed her hand tight. We muttered the spell.
The wind whipped stronger. Snow cam
