Part 4: After

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She saw a scared girl on top of a dark mountain. A girl holding on to herself as the harsh winds blew around them. Yellow blonde hair so brittle that it almost got destroyed by the winds. Brown eyes, hiding her true identity.

She saw how the girl grew older and older. How she was held back in the darkness, stuck in place, unable to leave. She saw her cry and begged for an answer.

She wanted to comfort the girl, to tell her that everything would be alright. She knew that, for she had been that girl. She had been crying in the darkness, alone. But she could not come closer, everytime she tried the light dragged her back. Taking her away from the mountain top.

She returned over and over again, seeing how the girl grew up, she saw the damage her life took on her, how she was so fragile and small.

"I am coming for you, I will help you!" She tried to call out, hoping to give the confort she had never had. "Amaya! I am coming for you!" The name. The name that girl one day would use. Not yet, but soon.

The girl had grown up now, but her hair had fallen out from the mistreatment, her brown eyes so tired from the years of sickness. She landed before her, showing herself and waited for her to recognize her. A mirror...

She saw the black hair that now had grown out, and the brown colour drained from her eyes, leaving a glowing violet one. They spoke in one voice, her voice. Amayas voice.

"You are ready now."

The girl was her, dreams calling her back home, the figure she had hoped to take her home was herself. 

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