Clarice's P.O.V
The vision that came to me after touching Michael's forehead last night was that of Esme carrying two children in her arms. The aura of death surrounded her whole body in the vision and further spread as she succumbed to it. Her long dark brown hair and that unmistakable smile of hers were Esme alright. Who would have thought that the very last time I would see my bestfriend was through the memories of her child.
The tears slowly welled up in my eyes. Memories of us fighting side by side resurfaced. How she helped me get together with Diva and the fact that she was also the godmother of our first child. The two stared up at me as I started to tell them how I and their aunt Diva met their mother on the battlefield. She was not even fourteen years old when we met her, asking us for directions to the market where she can sell the meat she hunted in the forest.
At the City of Piko tyr~
