To your aid (S1 Ep.5-10)

That book of antique look was more than a bit of a mystery to me, was the key not only to my doubts as to Joan’s questions. And she knew it. She knew this book was trying to show me something while warned her for the future that anticipated painful for both. It was clear to her that in her other life she cast a spell on it. And that involved me, too, had no doubts. The question she did to herself while preparing the snacks, was… "Why?".

During lunch the silence prevailed because both of us were shaken by the unknown, that despite its lack of sense, happened, none of us dared to pull the issue. Joan feared unravel she little she knew and I, with the notion that she would not be honest about what happened, didn't want fake answers, I didn't want to be this our friendship.

We went outside and on her Vespa, she drove me home and only left after she made me promised I was going to rest. So I did it. Behind her worried look was clear that she was intrigued, caused, no doubt, by the uncertainty of the moments, which proved to me, being something more than possible.

Walked upstairs towards the sewing room and from a window in the corner watched Joan follow her way, but she was not returning back home. No! With the promise that I made to remain at home relaxing, Joan followed until the property of grandmother Beatrice and went straight to the Mausoleum of her family.

Since she discovered her essence, the Ancient Library was as a refuge for Joan. There she could learn more about herself, about her capabilities and at the same time she felt safe, she felt at home. Could explore the new knowledge acquired without fear of being watched, or misunderstood.

Joan: Rose is in all my visions. Why?! What this book has to do with Rose?!

She opened the book, shook it and nothing. There was no loose leaf, there were no instructions. Had read much of the diary and there was no mention about me, at least under the name Rose. As she grabbed the book felt a little high, barely noticeable, by the inside of the back cover.

With her eyes searched around for something sharp to take off that leaf. And then saw the dagger that was, among other things, exposed. Slowly introduced it between the page and the back cover, by sliding it unglued the leaf for its extremities. Inside contained a lock of light brown hair. Joan’s was darker, so it couldn't be her. That lock was similar to my hair and with this in mind, took her grimoire and searched the incantation that could be about the journal. - Where is it... Here... - Held strong in the lock of hair, focused on me and pronounced - Paratus sum ad vos historia vitae Katarina. - And magic was made! Joan saw my whole passed life thru my eyes, memories that I now no longer possessed. And then Joan acquired all my history, all my secrets, my joys, my sorrows…

Joan: That face ... Mikhael! Rose, my friend, what tragedy and I'm responsible for all of this. Oh my God, why? Grandma was right, will be a difficult process, many emotions to take in... I'm not going to make it... - The pain that Joan felt at that time was overwhelming and as she released the energy in her, frees up a cry of agony, heard by Seth, that knowing the secrets of the mausoleum, ran on her aid. - Mikhael!? Forgive me, my brother, forgive me for the pain I caused you!

Seth: Oh, Rebecca, my dear sister...