As soon as the lady touched Amelia's hand, a flashback of fire and forests roamed through her head.
She stumbled back in pain, holding her head.
"What did you do?" She asked, tears spilling from her eyes.
It almost felt like someone was hammering her head from inside while her mark burned like someone was lighting a candle against it.
"Reminding you where your roots come from," The lady before her smiled.
Amelia's body hit the shelf, and the chemicals that were placed on it fell on the ground, the containers breaking.
A weird chemical smoke started to erupt from the mixing of various chemicals.
Amelia's breathing turned into gasping for air as her vision turned dark, and before she knew, she fell into a deep slumber.
In that slumber, she found herself in a forest.
It was daytime, unlike the night she had expected from the images that had invaded her mind.
"You think you can bewitch us with your ways? We are not fools,"
