Outside Joan’s Family Mausoleum (S1 Ep.4-8)

As she left each division, the entries behind her closed one by one. She stopped for a few seconds before the sepulchre watching him slipping to its original position, covering the stairs to the lower level.

Joan: The magic of this place is incredible! – Said amazed with all the knowledge acquired in this space. – Grandma spoke about the Guardian of the Mausoleum, as both books mention too... The chosen one by the Great White Witch! I saw her... I... Ouch! – Each time she force her memories a bad headache recall her of the inscription on the cover page of the journal. "With the breath in hurry, I try not the memory. The truth it shows when fight for it goes." – All in time. Very well, then! - Said to herself in a low tone comprehending the instruction given to her.

Joan never felt so weak and so strong at the same time before. Her spirit was more alive than ever, the twinkle in her eyes was intense, but the tiredness made her body heavy. Her will was to run till the mansion, but her movements did not develop with the same rapidity of her thought. She was anxious, a bit eager to find her grandma and tell her everything. Then, slowly headed for the door, contemplating the books at her hand, imagining various scenarios with the theories that abstained not from appearing one after another.

Involved in her thoughts and in the remote possibilities of what she could do, once got the domain of the ability possessed, Joan, left the Mausoleum completely unrelated to what was going around her, when the shock caused by the unexpected, male figure that was refreshing the flowers in the vases at the entrance of this, made her attention disperse from the curiosity which was consuming her...

Joan: Ah! I’m sorry Sir, you gave me a fright!

Seth: Rebecca?!

Joan: No! My name is Joan. You must have confused me with someone else, Sir! What a beautiful flowers.

Seth: Crocus Sativus, the Saffron flower. A symbol of light, greatness and wisdom.

Joan: Yes, I Know! They are my favourite. – The robust man smiled with her words. Joan blushed a little. While cruising her eyes with his, she felt serene. Something in his speech was familiar, but she didn't recognize him. – Well, I’ve got to go, I’ll see you around. – And while she walked way said quietly – A moment nothing embarrassing!

Seth: – “It really is you, my dear sister and soon you will remember!” – So he thought while watched Joan going, convinced that her and Rebecca, his sister, are the same person.

In the meantime, Elizabeth, who followed Joan to the lands of her grandmother, hidden among the olive groves, saw her enter the Mausoleum and patiently was expecting to see her leave, when she look at her next to the imposing man, that in a loving tone pronounced her name, earn the certainty that Joan and Stella were one of the same. But something else was to be discovered. From the notorious Elizabeth’s capabilities such as her hearing and the clear range at large distances from her vision, allowed her to not only hear the conversation between both as to recognize, with any doubt, the face of Mikhael…

Elizabeth: Rebecca?! Hum… How many lives did you lived, Joan?! You don't even recognize your own brother! It took me almost half a Millennium to find a witch of your bloodline but here we are. And with no memories. Stella, my dear Stella, could this be easier.