Remira recalled what she read in the notes.
The village was no more, not even a single piece of house remained. The shelling that continued for a week had turned the whole village into dust.
It would be more appropriate to call it that it's been turned into a small lake. An eternal frozen lake, which was also part of a great seal to ensure that nothing escaped the curse.
Which was not so far from the cemetery. Going a bit further, reaching that frozen lake is not a dream. It was that lake that used to be her home, also the place of most of her childhood memories as well as tragedies.
But she didn't plan to go there. She was called here to meet someone, someone very important to her. As for who?
She can't remember for some reason. All she knew was that she needed to come here, her hometown. The place of origin.
