"Mina." said a voice behind Athyn. She turned around to see herself a little older now, twenty years old, as she talked to a black crow perched on a wooden bar fixed to a stone brick wall.
"Mina?" answered the crow.
Athyn, the younger one, jumped ecstatically. "You talked back. You are my Familiar."
Again, older Athyn felt like a void in her chest was sucking whatever feeling had begun to stir in her heart.