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Blah = Mind link: Zahara to Sapphira

Blah = Mind link: Sapphira to Zahara

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Chapter 11

The First Vision

Sapphira's P.O.V.

I walked calmly down the marketplace as I went near the Nile River to relax and practice my martial arts once again. Just because I've mastered all my martial arts doesn't mean that I don't practice it once in a while. If I don't practice them once in a while, then I'll get slow at doing them and my coordination would get all messed up.

Zahara appeared in spirit form to watch with a smile on her face. She looked at me practicing my martial arts with a smile on her face. She knows this was once way of me relaxing and she didn't mind it in the least. We all have things that we like to do, and she was no different.

I could tell that what I'm doing seemed slightly familiar to her, but she wasn't sure how. Though, she doesn't know how. All she knows that it seems familiar to her, but that was all. It bothers her slightly, but she doesn't say anything about it and I respect her space.

After I finished I sat down by the river, and she smiles at me. Then suddenly, the Millennium Pendant starts to glow and a vision fills my mind and sight.

Vision

A young egyptian girl is running from a group of three boys with fear written on her face. She had long blonde hair with golden highlights and bright green eyes. She was wearing a simple dress with blue on the top and a blue sash at her waist. She also had the traditional village shoes as she ran for her life.

The three boys had black hair, except the middle on had spiky hair. The girl ran for her life and you could see that she had many cuts and bruises on her body from previous beatings today. She got to an alley and managed to find a hiding spot before they could see here and they ran past her.

The girl waited for a while before popping out of a pot that was her hiding spot. She looked around and breathed a sigh of relief before heading home. Once she got home, she was greeted by two people. One male and one female. Her parents, who looked worried about her current state.

Her mother had light brown hair with deep blue eyes. Her father had dark brown hair with deep brown eyes. They took her inside and treated her wounds.

The girl looked sadly up at her mother.

"I'm sorry, Mother" The girl apologized. "If I wasn't different from everyone then you wouldn't have to worry about me so much."

The girl's mother smiled sadly at her and embraced her with a gentle smile.

"You shouldn't be sorry, Zahara" Her mother spoke softly with love in her voice. " You were born special for a reason. No one person is alike. We may look similar to one another, but we aren't alike in some ways but are in others."

She let go of her daughter to look at her closely.

"You are a special child" Her mother spoke. " Never forget that, my dearest daughter. Don't let those children get to you. You are a special for a reason, so use the gifts that you were born with to help others and not for yourself. Just follow the path that you believe is right and follow your heart."

The girl smiled softly at her mother's words.

"Yes, mother" The girl promised. "I promise to allows follow my heart towards the path that I believe is right until the day I die."

Vision End

I looked over at Zahara in surprise. She looked equally surprised before she seemed to understand what was going on and looked at me.

It seems that part of my memory is starting to come back.

I looked at her in surprised.

That was a memory of your childhood?

Yes, I believe that I was only eight at the time. I was tormented by the village children for being different from others in the village. My parents took care of me every time I came back in cuts in bruises from their beatings, even though I thought that they should worry about other things.

I looked at her confused.

What do you mean?

She looked at me sadly.

They were village traders. If they couldn't pay enough to keep the shop open, then they would be kicked out of the village. That was the last thing I wanted for them. I kept telling them that nothing was wrong, but they knew better. They could see through me like a book and took care of my wounds, despite my countless arguments that they should worry about the shop. They loved me that much.

I smiled at her words.

It reminds me slightly of how my parents used to act when I used to be bullied before Seto taught me how to defend myself and fight back. They worried about me constantly because of the constant bullying. They even thought about moving us because of how bad it was getting. However, they never had to worry about after I learned how to fight and it eased their worries about me. They probably love me just as much as your parents loved you because they worried about your safety just as much.

Zahara smiled at my words.

You're right, Sapphira. I may not know my whole past, but I know that I will eventually remember everything one day. I just have to wait and be patient.

I nodded at her words with a smile on my face. They say time heals all wounds. Maybe the same applies to her missing memories.

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