Amare gazed at the setting sun from atop the Temple Walls.
Her expression was soft and gentle while her eyes brimmed with the light of life.
And yet, she couldn't hide the uncertainty and discomfort she felt in her heart.
Having spent her entire life in the Gen Temple, her exposure to the outside world was limited.
Curious as she was, she was most content in the Gen Temple with the people she loved in her entire life.
She didn't want to leave them.
She didn't want to leave her grandmother behind.
And yet…
"Who am I…?" A whisper escaped her as her hand rested upon her heart.
Where did she come from?
Why did she remember memories from a different era?
Why has she been dropped at the Gen Temple as a newborn infant?
Why did she have the memories of none other than the Progenitor of Martial Art, according to her grandmother?
