"Welcome, my chosen one"
Riela was listening to the noisy chatter of the ladies, which was causing her a slight headache, when suddenly a voice—gentle as the morning breeze and authoritative like a ruler—sounded in her ear. The voice was feminine.
When she heard the voice, she shivered and cautiously looked around her, but there was no one else around.
All she could see and hear were the ladies around her, still talking to her.
"What is that voice? Where did it come from?" she questioned worriedly.
But there was no response whatsoever, and she could only calm herself down and conclude that she was hearing voices because of her unstable state of mind.
She continued discussing with the ladies for a few hours before bidding them farewell after she began to feel strange again—not like the feeling at the village square; it was as though there was new and foreign information in her head.
