**Conquer Your Fears—Arcaena Xyrceran**
"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" She said, her formless eyes glued on Ember.
Ember was unable to recover from her shock. There was no way the woman, whose headpiece jewellery signified that she was a High Priestess could have recognised her.
There was no way.
"Don't you remember me princess?" She pressed on while Ember remained frozen. "It makes sense. You were just five when your mother brought you to our coven."
Then it came to her. The woman was not referring to Ember AshFall.
She spoke of the once sick Elara Thorne that was once hosted by the Aqua Witches.
Ember broke in a small smile, sweat trickling down the middle of her breasts down to her tummy from her earlier fright that could have easily landed her in hot waters.
"High Priestess, forgive my forgetfulness," she said, "it has been so long that I couldn't remember you."
