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Stella Lockheed In the realm of dreams, time and reality twisted together, weaving a tapestry of memories and emotions. As I closed my eyes and drifted into slumber, I found myself transported to the past, reliving moments that had shaped me, scarred me, and guided me to this very point. I stood in a sun-dappled meadow, the world around me infused with the vibrant hues of childhood. Beside me was another girl, her eyes shimmering with mischief and magic. We were playmates, the daughter of my mother's covenmate. With a naughty grin, she raised her hand and a flicker of flames danced on her fingertips. Before I could react, the fire spread, engulfing my arm in searing pain. I cried out, tears streaming down my face as agony consumed me. Seraphina materialized beside us in a swirl of ether