Serra's POVI waited and waited for the old priest to show his self before me. As he appears from the doors, I plaster a smile to welcome him, his eyes wide like of his servants."Clairra," he called.No matter how much I recall there was nothing significant about him other than the pressure he put Clairra through, sending her happily to her death."Old priest, Heliu," I greeted. "I believe you have not heard of it yet... my name is not Clairra. I am Serra, the new Priestess of the East."All of a sudden, everyone started their little murmurs and the old priest's eyes flickered with anger. "May I remind you that changing your name doesn't remove the fact that you have aban--""You must be deaf, old priest." Everyone gasped. "Clairra never spoke like this to you, did she? She was always kind and respectful. You didn't know but, she traded her life for mine just to save her people. Consider me reincarnated... but ultimately, I am not her and she is not me.""If you are not Clairra then
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