A vision of the past (S1 Ep.19-4)

As for Joan and Richard, there still a lot in this riddle that makes me as fascinated as intrigued. Fascination because of the way they are rediscovering each other is like the first time that both are being courted and maybe it is like so. They share a past and a love story, but how many ways this takes is the issue that remains. Intrigued, because of the curiosity about the deeds of a Guardian of the fire doesn't leave out the resemblance between the Guardian of Time. Both are fast, unusually fast, however, Richard did not stop the time... When he moved I saw, it was fast, but I saw. When Mikhael appeared in the Carnival ball, everything stopped around me, even Richard. They are not one of the same.

(First-Quarter) Saturday, March 8

We came home a little late for those who have to get up early, it's true! It was after midnight when I fell asleep surrounded by my writing. But earlier woke up Joan.

By dawn Joan and Francis keep on in their training. The presence of Mikhael was not required because both knew where he spent his nights and, although, Richard took his place during the day, he wouldn't be relived until the threat come to its extinguish.

Every night, there he was, sitting on the roof, next to the window of my bedroom, attentive, pleased to hear the beat of my heart. He knew my desires, he knew that in my mind I screamed for his name. He also wished for... The loneliness of eternity, the desire for the protection of his long-lost love, longed for the warmth of her touch, the understanding of her words…

Joan: How is he?

Francis: He doesn't spend that much time here. Every night he remains vigilant. I think the lack of a face, of a sign, is what most worries him. Not knowing where or when an attack may occur. The shadow wants her and while the threat remains, he will not rest.

Joan: why does it not move on the next step? What is it waiting for?! I have all this power and I will not be able to help if I don't have a face. We have to find a way to lift the spell of concealment.

Francis: I have tried, but its magic is powerful. I never struggled so much.

Joan: I can help! I can channel the energies of the guardians. I'm ready!

Francis: Infanta, forgive me, but we can't take the chance! To imprison the shadow is needed all the energy, you must separate the essences of their spirits. Break the bond. It's the only way to protect them and complete the circle ...

Joan: I know what that means! I will not put all the power in myself! This is not the way of our people…

Francis: Free them, then?

Joan: Not without having Anastacia back. She is the source of their lives...

Francis: Rose started the process, as Nina predicted. I felt the energy of her stone.

Joan: what? How? She has passed all the time with at least one of us... She didn't mention anything... It is not possible! Are you sure?!

Francis: Yes! One of you has shown the way.

Joan: Mikhael?! No! He wrote her a letter, but it was just that. - Was thoughtful for a few moments. - She... Her diary, his letter. She fell in love through the words, for the moments that they shared... - Smiled. - ...She fell in love with him!

Francis: “Without magic, she will return to you!"

Joan: Without magic!? Love is the most powerful magic in this world, but not without the balance of nature. Everything comes in pairs, cannot exist without each other. And its dark side is the worst.

Francis: Nonetheless, it is love.

Joan: I know! To receive the White Mantle's burden, as the guardian of the balance of nature, I understood it, as no other creature, Life, the World and its Creatures! And the evil that their hearts, when blacks can do. - With his words she went back to the past, entering a trance state. - My bond to nature wouldn't let me get in the way of the Life of Mankind... I couldn't use my magic to save them… I couldn't save them… The balance must be restored... - Her eyes started getting black. An electrifying aureate was developing around her. - Why? Why are they doing this?

Francis: Infanta! – As he laid his hand on her, burned himself, but managed to pull her out of the trance. - Auh.

Joan: Francis, I’m sorry! - Got a little disoriented, but seeing the hand of Francis hurt her instinct was to help him. - Let me... - Placed her hand on his and uttered. -Accedensque quibus non amissa. Accedensque quibus non amissa.

Francis: Thank You.

Joan: I'm Sorry! For a moment I went back to the past. It was like I was there... - Paused reviewing her thoughts and then said. - I wanted to redo the past! She was there, her face ... I remember her.

Francis: You can't do that. You can't change the past. What did you see?

Joan: I think I saw ... I know that face. 

Francis: From this life?

Joan: No, from the past. On the night of the attack I gave Nina in the arms of a stranger, even before I start the ritual, Richard followed them, I begged him... She was light, Nina would be safe, I felt it. My sweet Nina, what your life has become. A vigilante as your father. 

Francis: what else did you see?

Joan: That girl, I think she's alive and wants to tell me something! - Just have a revelation. Without knowing its source or its history, that face was not completely unfamiliar, felt her power. Felt her calling. - I got to go before I am overdue, I don't want to raise questions among the girls.

Francis: Can you come back today?

Joan: After dinner, I find a way. Research as much as you can about that night and ... If possible, contact with Nina. We have to find out who is that girl.

Francis: I will do my best!

Joan: Thank you, Francis.