CHAPTER V: THE HEIR OF THE FALLEN THRONE (3)
Thousands of images, hundreds sequences, dozens of scenes from a radiant girl, full of light and brilliance, crossed immediately through Amara's mind, as a strong vision; running through the endless corridors of the Aramordt Fief, even if it meant to pass through ashes. Her heart was filled with love and sympathy, a gleaming enery protected form the divine.
Amara looked at the necklace again, and was amazed by the style from the engraving of the insignia. It seemed quite familiar to her.
"These crystals are embedded by my mother" says Amara.
“Leyra knows about her. She already knows everything” says Rita. “I asked her to save her for me, for I knew I wouldn’t be able to do it. But Amara, I trust you more than my mother. You know you’ll
