As Aura woke up from her dream, she felt a deep sadness wash over her. She had made a deal with the God of Malice to lift the curse, but in exchange, she had lost all her memories of Caecilius, the one person who had shown her kindness and love in this cruel world.
Despite her loss, Aura couldn't help but feel relieved that the curse had been lifted. She could finally walk among the villagers without fear of their scorn and hatred. But as she looked around, she realized that the village was still the same. The people still avoided her, still whispered behind her back.
It was then that she remembered Caecilius. She knew that she had loved him deeply, but she couldn't remember his face or his touch. She felt a pang of regret and longing in her heart, but she pushed it aside. Without her memories of him, their love was meaningless.
Days turned into weeks, and Aura tried to adjust to her new life. She found work as a seamstress, and soon the villagers began to accept her, if only grudgingly. But despite the new acceptance, she felt a deep sense of loneliness. There was a hole in her heart that could only be filled by her forgotten memories.
One night, as she sat alone in her cottage, she saw a shimmering light outside her window. She stepped outside and looked up at the sky, and there it was – the Aurora Borealis, dancing in the sky above her.
As she watched the lights dance, she felt a stirring in her heart. Suddenly, a memory flashed in her mind – a memory of Caecilius, standing beside her, watching the lights dance.
With a gasp, she realized that she had not lost all her memories of Caecilius. The beauty of the Northern Lights had triggered a spark in her mind, and she had regained a precious memory of the man she loved.
Filled with hope, she searched for more memories. She walked the streets of the village, retracing her steps with Caecilius, trying to find anything that would help her remember him.
And one day, as she walked past the old beggar's corner, she felt a sudden pull in her heart. She turned to look at the old man, and a flash of recognition passed through her mind. It was Caecilius!
She ran to him, tears streaming down her face. "Caecilius! It's you!" she cried.
The old man looked at her with confusion, but then recognition dawned in his eyes. "Aura?" he whispered. "Is it really you?"
She took his hand in hers, feeling the warmth of his touch. And as she looked into his eyes, she felt the love and the memories flooding back into her mind.
They sat together under the Northern Lights, talking and laughing, and slowly but surely, Aura's memories of Caecilius returned to her.
And in that moment, she knew that even though the God of Malice had tried to take away their love, nothing could ever truly destroy the bond they shared.