In the Atrium of Essence, Miria sat facing Asher. Their legs crossed, their palms open on their knees, their eyes closed. The silence was broken only by the magical whispers around them, voices only the most sensitive could hear.
Then, suddenly, an image flashed through Miria's mind. A memory? A vision? She saw herself when she was younger, standing on a boat, the waves gently lapping against the hull. Beside her, a man whose face was blurred, but his voice was clear.
"Run... Run, Miria! Quick, run!"
The next moment, an explosion shook the air. Miria felt her body thrown violently... and in reality, she fell backward, her eyes snapping open, panting and sweating.
Asher sat up immediately, running towards her.
— Miria! Are you okay?
— I… Yes, I think so. I had some kind of vision. It was like a memory, but… I'm not sure. I saw myself on a boat, with a man… He was telling me to run away. And then, an explosion.
Asher was silent for a few seconds, thinking.
— I think we'll call it a day. Your mind is unstable.
— Unstable? What do you mean?
— It could be several things. The awakening of your powers. An old trauma. Overwork… or even amnesia.
— Amnesia? she said, surprised.
— Yes. Imagine a scale. If you put a stone on one side and nothing on the other, it tilts. For it to be straight, you have to balance both sides. It's the same with your mind.
Miria thought for a long time.
"And how do we know if that's true?"
"There's a spell, a very ancient one, for delving into memories. But it's risky."
"At this point, I don't have many options," she said with a sigh.
"Okay. But we'll take some time to think about it. We can't rule out the possibility that you remember your childhood, which makes partial amnesia... uncertain."
Miria nodded. Silence fell again. Asher stood up.
"Would you like some juice?" he asked with a smile.
Miria replied with a discreet smile. He went into the kitchen while she remained lost in thought.