That woman from his dreams, since she shouldn't be a stranger but someone he cherished, then why was it in his earlier dreams, he had seen her holding a knife to his chest?
Was she an enemy? A lover? A lover turned enemy?
Though he couldn't answer that, there was something his intuition was telling him— the closeness he had with her felt the same as what he felt with Ember.
'And why did Ember call me Raven? How did she know that name which I only heard in my dreams?'
A strange thought came to his mind as he remembered how Ember's face and the face of the woman in his dreams overlapped.
'What if rather than her ancestor…Ember is that very woman?'
He almost scoffed at how stupid he was being, yet he could not drive the strange feeling away.
'Though they looked different, their resemblance is too uncanny to say they are not the same person. But how can that be? Am I thinking too much or…?'
