12.1 Reforged in Holy Flame

Mira dreamed that she's back in Sirka village. She found herself in their cabin. The familiar smell of the flowers fills her lungs, making her smile. She was sitting down in a hard wooden chair and in front of her was a table with a jar of fresh flowers at the center. Mira recognized the flowers, it is her favorites: roses in pink, red, and white, daisies, and morning glories. They're beautiful and smells so good.

There were unwashed dishes that piled up at the sink; the flies enjoyed its feast. There's a boiling pot on the fire and white steam comes out from it. Mira guessed it's boiled potatoes. Her mother, Agatha, loved boiled potatoes and never grew tired of eating it.

There are strips and bits of rusty metal on the side near the door. It was her father's, Simon is a blacksmith. He's the one making the patrol's weapons: spears, swor