"You visited my residence?" Evanthe asked.
"Yes, and I am sure I felt a certain pull there which came from the Camellia flowers preserved there, which carry a part of your power, Lady Evanthe. I felt a pull from them."
"I do have some flowers preserved there with my powers," Evanthe replied.
"The moment I touched those flowers, I heard the three women talking. They even called each other by names the same as you two, while I do not know the name of the third woman. It was more like someone's memory, and I could only hear the voices."
Sierra visibly shook to hear as if what was hidden till now, was going to be uncovered.
While Evanthe asked, "What was the talk about?" She was sure what Ember said had some meaning to it.
"The third woman was in pain, and she was asking both of you for help. She said she was scared of the power she possessed, she was getting pulled into the abyss of darkness. She said she was losing herself. She was scared she would one day destroy everything. She was crying." As Ember recalled, her eyes turned moist, as if she could feel the pain of that woman.
"Lady Evanthe, you even assured that you and Lady Sierra would help her and protect her, that she will be fine. She was in pain."
Evanthe tried to recall and said, "I do not have recollection of any such memory," and then looked at Sierra, who was unusually silent. "Sierra, can you recall it?"
"I... am not sure either," Sierra answered, hesitation clear in her voice.
"That third woman," Ember mumbled, "It was that green-eyed woman I saw in my dreams... a Deity of Fire..." Ember's words trailed off as she had a realization now. "...that third woman was me in my past life..."
Evanthe was taken aback, "Your past life as a deity of fire? It makes sense that Sierra was there as she was a deity previously but not me. Moreover I am sure I had not met Deity of fire ever in my life. You seem to have mistaken. ."
Evanthe's fingers clutched her dress, she exhaled through her mouth to calm herself. She stood up abruptly, "You continue talking. I need some time alone."
No one stopped her, and Evanthe disappeared from her place.
Ember, feeling apologetic at the turn of events, turned to Sierra who sat there helplessly. "Lady Sierra, I didn't mean to..."
"It's alright, Ember," Sierra interrupted calmly, "Truth is like flowing river water. You can obstruct it for a while, but one day it makes its way to the other side even if it means through the tiny cracks. Do not blame yourself," Sierra assured.
Draven caressed her hand, offering her an assuring gaze that there was nothing to worry about.
"She needs some time alone," Draven spoke, as he knew his old friend better.
"Will she be alright?" Ember asked worriedly.
"She is not the one to be shaken so easily. She will return soon," he assured. "She is the strongest of us all for a reason, not because of her powers but her ability to endure and understand even the worst situation with a calm and rational mind."
Ember then turned back to Sierra, "Can I ask you something, Lady Sierra?"
"Go ahead."
"In that memory, you two were saying the third woman's name again and again, but I could not hear it. There was another vision of that woman I had when she swore to take a revenge on Heaven, but even then I could not hear her name. It's as if something was stopping me from hearing it. Is it what I said or I just missed hearing it?" Ember asked.
Sierra replied, "Maybe king Draven can explain it to you," Sierra stood up, "We can continue this talk once Evanthe returns."
Draven nodded and Sierra left.