AMELIA’s POV
I slowly opened my eyes, feeling a lingering sense of euphoria and connection to my heritage. My body felt heavy as if weighted by the intensity of the dream I had. I wasn't sure if it was a dream or a reality.
My muscles ached with a pleasant, tingling sensation like they had been stirred from a deep slumber.
My mind felt clear and focused, my thoughts were sharp and lucid, and my mind clearly shifted to the dream I had.
Visions flashed before my eyes, fragmented images of a past I hardly knew or something. I saw my ancestors, strong and powerful, and their eyes were burning with a fierce inner light.
I saw a great-great-grandmother who looked like she was a revered healer; she was busy mixing potions and casting spells. It didn't stop there, I also saw a great-uncle
