ADAIRA~I died.My soul left the mortal world, I could feel it. Yet, I heard a voice not just call me, but a force pull me back away from the proverbial bright light you’re supposed to see after you die. But it wasn’t a light I was walking towards, it was a presence, a person. And I was so curious to find out who it was because it seemed so familiar, I could swear I was basically looking at a reflection of my own presence. I could see flashes of a past life… a full moon, a volcano, a lost mate, an exchange of powers, a war, a broken bond, a dark spell, a different time. It was like these were memories from my own head yet I had no knowledge of them and if I just stepped into the light I would regain them all and so much more. I could feel the power coming from it, and it felt as intimate as my own skin. This vast power was mine, I could feel it. The closer I got, the more I regained understanding of the life I lost, of who I was.But I was being compelled not to move further. It was
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