Seraphina sat on the edge of her bed, still in her training uniform. Her knuckles were red, scraped. She stared at them like they belonged to someone else.
The crowd had cheered. Her name was on everyone's lips. But none of it felt real.
A quiet knock. Then Cam pushed the door open and stepped in.
"You good?" she asked, leaning against the frame.
Seraphina didn't answer. She just shook her head slowly.
Cam walked over and sat beside her. "You fought like you've been doing it for years."
"I haven't," Seraphina whispered. "That's what scares me."
Cam tilted her head. "Maybe adrenaline?"
"No. That wasn't a rush. It felt like... muscle memory." She looked up, eyes hollow. "I didn't even know I could move like that."
Cam stayed quiet for a beat. "You think someone trained you and wiped your memory?"
"I don't know what to think. My mom never talked about anything before I turned ten. Just... silence." She paused. "And I never knew my dad."
Cam's expression softened.
"I need to know who I am," Seraphina said, voice low but steady. "Is there a way? Like... some test, or spell, or whatever?"
Cam raised a brow. "There are a few things. But they come with risk."
"I'm not scared," Seraphina replied. "I'm tired of not knowing."
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