Kassandra's POV
"Find yourself..." I mumbled, repeating my Dad's words over the phone.
I questioned the nature of my relationship with Clayden as I learnt more. Was our love stitched into the fabric of our souls throughout many lives as a result of fate? Or was it just a fortunate encounter in the vast thread of the universe?
I frequently found myself gazing into the mirror in my alone time, looking for signs of the woman I once was the moment I discovered that I have more from the past. The features that stared back at me were undeniably my own, yet they held a depth, a knowing that hinted at the secrets buried within. I longed for a time when I could put the pieces of my history together with who I had become.
"Who are you, really..." I whispered into thin air as I touch my reflection in the mirror.
This is me. This is clearly Kassandra!
But who is Thea?
Why does she look exactly like me?
"Luna, you were looking for me?"