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"Wow, your house is so beautiful. It's simple but pleasing to the eye," I complimented their home.
"Thank you. Since you're comfortable, here's the bathroom," Sierra said, pointing to the bathroom.
"Here are your clothes," Tierra said, handing me my outfit.
"Wow, even the clothes are fabulous," I said, taking the clothes and heading to the bathroom.
"Thank you so much for bringing me to your home. Is it really okay for me to stay here?" I asked.
"Don't mention it. You looked pitiful earlier," Tierra replied.
"Yes, it's nothing. Our mother taught us to help others in need," Sierra added.
"By the way, our mother will be home soon," Tierra said, looking out the window.
"Where did your mother go?" I asked.
"She works at the castle, she's a cook there," Sierra explained while Tierra was waiting for their mother outside.
After a few hours, their mother arrived, bringing food, fruits, vegetables, and meat.
"Mother," Sierra called.
"Oh Sierra, my child, here's our meal. You don't need to cook these vegetables, we'll have them tomorrow," their mother said.
"Mother, this is Amara," Tierra introduced me to their mother, but she just looked at me, her eyes widening as if she had seen a ghost.
"Anastasia Celeste Caliopa? No, this can't be happening. Why are you alive? Can you see this woman, Sierra and Tierra?" she said in a panic.
"Yes, Mother," the siblings answered in unison.
"How? My lady, you're alive. How did this happen? Is it really you-" she paused, then suddenly fainted.
Anastasia Celeste Caliopa? Who is that? Why did she react that way when she saw me?
Several hours passed before their mother regained consciousness. As soon as she opened her eyes, she immediately uttered the name "Anastasia Celeste Caliopa."
"Mother, are you okay?" Sierra asked with concern.
"Don't worry, I'm fine," she replied, turning to look at me. "I can't believe it, this is real, not a dream. You're alive, my Lady Celeste," she said to me.
"What are you talking about? I don't understand. My name is Amara, not Celeste," I told her. "And even I can't believe that I'm alive. I was hit by a large vehicle, I don't even know why I'm here," I added.
"Did you hit your head, miss? Why don't you remember me? I'm Cora, the cook at the Nevarde palace, where you always accompanied your father," she said.
"I'm sorry, but I don't remember or understand what you're saying," I replied.
"Don't you really remember, even Travious, your lover?" she asked, surprising me.
"Me!? Travious? Who's that? I do have a boyfriend, but his name isn't Travious," I said.
"Do you know him, Mother?" Tierra asked with a furrowed brow.
"Yes, my children, but I still can't believe it. It's been 40 years, why do you still look so young?" she said.
"Huh? I really don't understand what you're saying," I told her.
"Alright, to clear things up, listen. Anastasia Celeste Caliopa was a princess and the heir to the throne of the Kingdom of Cosabelia. She always accompanied her father when he visited the kingdom, where I met her. She was a cheerful, helpful, and loving lady. But all of that changed when her father forced her to marry the Prince of the Kingdom of Vedelia, the son of Alguis Nevarde," Cora explained.
"And then what happened?" I asked.
"Celeste didn't like it because she loved someone else, so her father was very angry with her when she didn't show up on her wedding day," she answered.
"Mother, that story, isn't it the one that's been talked about and spread around until now? But you and others said it wasn't true," Sierra said.
"Yes, my child, the story of the runaway bride of the prince is true. Everyone said it wasn't true because the Nevarde family was greatly embarrassed by what happened," Cora answered her daughter.
"But if that's true, why isn't there a place called Cosabelia on the map?" Tierra asked.
"That's because Alguis erased that kingdom. He killed all the people in Cosabelia and the entire Caliopa clan," she replied.
"So, the prince that Celeste was supposed to marry is King Aldous of Nevarde?" Tierra asked, and their mother just nodded.
"But why are you saying that I'm Anastasia Celeste Caliopa?" I asked.
"Because you look exactly like her," she answered, showing me a picture that looked like me.
"This is me, right? But I don't remember taking this picture," I said.
"This, this is Celeste. It's been many years since this picture was taken, so what I'm really wondering is why you look exactly like her," she said.
"But that's not me, and you said she's dead, right?"
"I know, pack your clothes and food, Sierra and Tierra. Tomorrow, we're going to Alhandra," Cora said.
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