In a peaceful valley surrounded by blooming fields and flowing rivers, far from the forests where Arlen lived, there stood a small healer's village known for its kindness.
The people there were gentle.
They did not believe in war.
They believed in healing.
And on a quiet morning filled with soft sunlight and the sound of birds, a baby girl was born in one of the small wooden houses.
Unlike the storm that marked Arlen's birth, her arrival was calm.
Peaceful.
Almost as if the world itself was welcoming her.
The moment she was born, she didn't cry loudly like most children.
Instead, she made a soft sound, as if she was trying to speak.
Her mother looked at her with tired but loving eyes and smiled.
"She's so quiet," she whispered.
Her father gently touched the child's small hand.
"She feels… different."
The midwife wrapped the baby carefully and asked, "What will you name her?"
Her mother thought for a moment before answering softly.
"Mira."
The name felt light.
Warm.
Like a memory that refused to fade.
Mira opened her eyes slowly.
Her gaze was calm, almost too calm for a newborn child.
For a brief moment, she stared into the distance as if she was looking at something far beyond the walls of that small house.
Something she could not remember.
Days passed, and Mira began to grow.
She was a gentle child.
Even as a baby, she rarely cried.
And as she grew older, her kindness became something everyone in the village noticed.
If someone was hurt, she would be the first to run to them.
If an animal was injured, she would sit beside it for hours, trying to comfort it.
Her mother often smiled and said, "You were born to heal, Mira."
And maybe she was.
But there was something else inside her.
Something deeper.
Something she herself did not understand.
Sometimes, when the evening sky turned golden and the sun began to set, Mira would stand alone and watch it quietly.
Her small hand would rest over her chest.
And a strange feeling would rise inside her.
A soft pain.
A quiet longing.
As if her heart was searching for someone.
One day, when she was about six years old, her mother noticed her standing outside like that.
"Mira," she called gently. "What are you doing?"
Mira didn't turn around immediately.
After a few seconds, she answered softly,
"I feel like someone is missing."
Her mother walked closer, slightly confused.
"Missing? Who?"
Mira shook her head.
"I don't know."
And that was the truth.
She didn't know.
But her heart remembered something her mind could not.
Years passed, and Mira grew into a beautiful young girl with kind eyes and a gentle smile.
She began learning healing techniques from the elders of the village.
She had a natural talent.
Her hands were steady.
Her touch was soft.
And whenever she healed someone, they said they felt not just their pain disappear, but also a strange sense of comfort.
As if her presence itself carried warmth.
One evening, while treating a wounded bird, Mira spoke quietly to it.
"You'll be okay," she whispered.
"I won't let you go."
The words came naturally.
But the moment she said them, her chest tightened slightly.
As if those words had been spoken before.
Long ago.
To someone important.
She paused for a moment, her fingers gently resting on the bird's feathers.
"Why does that feel familiar?" she murmured.
But just like always, no answer came.
That night, Mira had a dream.
A strange dream.
She saw snow falling from a dark sky.
A forest.
Cold wind.
And a voice.
A voice calling her name.
But not "Mira."
A different name.
"Lira…"
She woke up suddenly, her heart racing.
The room was quiet.
The night was calm.
But tears slowly formed in her eyes without any reason she could understand.
She touched her chest.
"Why am I crying…?"
There was no pain.
No fear.
Just a deep, unexplainable sadness.
As if she had lost something precious a long time ago.
Far away, in another part of the world, Arlen also stood under the night sky at that same moment.
Both of them looked at the moon.
Both of them felt the same emptiness.
Two souls connected by a promise they could not remember.
Two hearts searching for each other across a vast world.
Fate was slowly guiding them.
Step by step.
Moment by moment.
Closer.
But the path ahead was not kind.
Because in the shadows of this peaceful world, something dark still existed.
The same belief.
The same hatred.
The same sect that once destroyed their love.
And soon, without even realizing it, Mira would walk closer to the same fate she had already suffered once before.
But for now, she remained a gentle healer.
A girl who carried warmth in her heart.
And somewhere deep within her soul, a love that refused to disappear.