The next morning, as the sun rose from the horizon. Ara slowly opened her eyes to the warm sunlight filtering softly through the curtains of the large window. She'd slept peacefully until dawn, countless thoughts swirled in her mind. Most of them about Hamon.
Ara turned her head to the left side and found it empty. She breathed a small sigh of relief.
Her thoughts suddenly went back to the time when the Boxton family were destroyed in her past life, the grief she felt when she saw her father and brother's dead body hung on the tree, and the time she ran away from Findara. Those memories used to replay in her mind everytime she closed her eyes at night in her past life.
