Prologue: Nightmare
It was a dark and stormy night and the rain was falling in torrent, soaking unbearably the single rocky road before the water flow to the sloping cliff at the edge. The wind was blowing violently and the trees were dancing wildly as if their roots would loosen from their clutch from the ground.
In the middle that rocky road, a carriage was raging in a hurry to get into its destination, wanting to escape the violence of the storm.
"Hia!" the coachman shouted as he hit the horse with his whip to urge it to go faster. In all the nights for such a storm to come, why should it be that night? The coachman was frustrated.
Inside the carriage, a woman with golden hair was calming the small girl who was clinging on her arms, frightened by the occasional thunderbolts and flashes of lighting.
"It's alright, my child," the woman said, caressing the same golden colored hair of the child, "it's alright," she repeated.
"Are not we almost there yet, mother?" the child asked.
"Not yet. Just a little more patience, my dear."
"Hia!" the coachman continued on its course, but the carriage's wheel bumped in a huge stone and lost its footing. They are on the curved road and the carriage got nearly on the edge before the cliff on the left side of the road. The coachman tried to regain the carriage's footing as he hauled the harness to make the horse turn to the right, but it was too late, the carriage did not manage to gain its footing.
The carriage, along with the horse fell to cliff.
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"Gasp!" a young woman woke up with a start. "A nightmare?" she asked herself, sitting herself up as she wiped the sweat on her forehead with her hand.
Removing the blanket the covers her feet, the young woman stood up and walk out from her room. She walked down the huge hallways of her dwelling until she arrived in front of a huge double door.
Opening the door on the left, the young woman entered inside and walked on the isle in between the longitudinal seats arranged side by side in front of the altar. She went to the front-most row of the seats, kneeling before the altar and started her prayer.
"Are you bothered, my child?" a middle aged woman dressed in a nun's clothing went out from the side door of the altar and approach the young woman.
"Mother," the young woman recognized as she saw the nun. She stood up and gave a space so that the nun may sit beside her.
"I had a nightmare," she said as they seated side by side.
"What it is about?" the older woman asked in concern.
"It was about a woman and her child with the same color of hair as mine." And the young woman told the nun everything that she saw in her dream.
"It must be connected with your memory," the nun said after hearing her story. "Do not worry my child. The time will come when you regain all your memories."
"Thank you, Mother."