In her dreams, Serafina was standing in front of a puddle. Her body was normal, but as she stared below, her reflection on the puddle was an image of her when she was younger. Frail body, slashed arms and legs, bruised face and soaking wet hair from all of her own blood.
Years of torture and suffering was shown on her face, her eyes dull and empty.
Regretful of seeing such a sight, she began to feel the same feelings she felt when she was locked underground with not even a sliver of light, but before she could dwell on this hurtful past, a beaming light shone from across her.
Along with the light comes Adriel’s distinct voice, telling her that the past does not define her in any way. It was small but she could also hear the voices of her new found friends, Rosea, Safir, Louis, Lady Cele
