The mont Maria stepped into the blinding light, she instinctively turned around to see if the man in white was still behind her—but there was no one. Her chest tightened in panic.
"Old one! Where are you? Please talk to ! I don’t know where to go!" she shouted, her voice trembling as fear crept into her bones.
The silence was deafening. She looked around frantically, but no answer ca.
Suddenly, loud noises erupted nearby—clashing swords, screams, and thundering footsteps. Maria’s heart pounded as she cautiously walked toward the sound, each step shaky with uncertainty.
As she approached, her confusion deepened. She found herself standing at the edge of a violent battlefield where n and won fought savagely, slashing and striking at one another without rcy. She couldn’t tell what they were fighting for—it was pure chaos.
Frozen in place, she watched as bodies fell and blood stained the earth. The battle raged on for what felt like forever, and Maria’s stomach churned at the horrific sight.
Her eyes widened in horror as she witnessed a towering man’s head being sliced clean off. But what stunned her even more was the woman who caught the severed head in her hands.
The woman—drenched in blood—hoisted the head high above her and scread in victory.
"Victory is ours!" her voice thundered over the battlefield.
In that mont, the enemy soldiers—the ones who had been fighting against her—dropped their weapons and fell to their knees. It beca clear to Maria that the man who was just killed must have been their leader. Without him, their will to fight had crumbled.
Still shaken, Maria stood rooted to the spot, her eyes following the woman as she climbed to the highest point on the battlefield, holding the severed head like a trophy. A bright light suddenly shone upon the victorious woman, revealing her face.
The sight knocked the breath out of Maria.
It was her.
The woman standing proudly atop the hill was her exact reflection—except this version of her wore a battle robe, her hair styled fiercely in a way Maria never dared to wear.
Maria dropped to her knees, her scream echoing through the air.
"What is happening to ?!" she cried, clutching her head as confusion and fear overwheld her.
Despite her loud outburst, no one on the battlefield turned to look at her. No one heard her. No one saw her.
Her pulse quickened as she scrambled to her feet and began walking toward the woman, but the hill was far too steep for her to climb. It baffled her how the woman herself, had ascended so quickly with such strength.
"Talk to , lady! Who are you? Can you hear ?" Maria shouted in desperation, but the woman didn’t flinch, didn’t blink, didn’t even glance her way.
Everyone around them continued celebrating their victory, unaware of Maria’s presence, as though she didn’t exist in their world.
Her heart ached with frustration. Tears threatened to spill.
Why couldn’t they hear her? Why couldn’t they see her?
Suddenly, a deep, bold voice bood from behind her.
"No one will hear you here. You co from a different world, beyond their reach. What you see has aning—there is a reason you must witness these things."
Maria spun around, but no one was there. The voice seed to be coming from the air itself.
"What does this place an? And who is she—the woman who looks exactly like ?" she asked quickly, her voice filled with urgent curiosity. "Please, tell !"
"This is not the ti to ask questions, child," the voice answered firmly. "You have not yet seen all that you must see. Look to your right. Follow the light, and you will find what’s next."
Maria’s gaze snapped to her right, where a bright, familiar light shone just as the first one had. With no hesitation, she followed the voice’s instruction and walked into the light.
The mont she stepped through, the battlefield vanished, and she found herself in a beautiful, modern city—one that looked much like the world she knew. The streets were lined with colorful lights, sleek cars, and tall buildings that sparkled under the sun.
A wave of comfort washed over her. She smiled for the first ti since her strange journey began. The city looked familiar—safe, even. It felt like ho.
Standing still, she eagerly watched the bustling scene, happy to finally see sothing she could relate to.
Her attention was soon drawn to a luxurious car that pulled up right in front of her. The driver quickly stepped out and rushed to open the back door. Maria’s eyes widened as she saw who erged from the vehicle.
It was herself.
But this version of her was heavily pregnant. She stepped out gracefully, her hand linked with a man’s as he followed closely behind her.
Maria’s mouth hung open in shock.
The man holding her hand was Bernard.
They looked happy. They looked like a couple.
Maria’s stomach twisted painfully as she watched the two kiss tenderly in front of the hospital they had just arrived at. It was clear—they were husband and wife. Bernard gently guided her, his hand protectively resting on her lower back as they walked toward the entrance.
Maria’s eyes burned with disbelief and anger.
"No... No! This can’t be happening!" she scread, her voice shaking with fury. "I will never marry Bernard! I will never carry his child!"
Her fists clenched, her entire body trembling with rage. She stord forward, yelling, desperate to get their attention—but just like before, no one could hear her. No one could see her.
Even as she cried out and flailed in frustration, they walked on, completely unaware of her presence.
"Speak to now, voice from the air!" Maria scread in anger, her eyes turning to the sky as she demanded answers. "What does this an? Why are you showing this? I need to understand!"
But the silence that followed only deepened the pounding in her chest.
Tears rolled down her face as she stood frozen in place, surrounded by the city she thought she knew, but trapped in visions she could not escape...
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