Bella has travelled very far. It's been two hundred thirty-seven days, fifty-eight minutes and seven seconds since her brother left her. Yet until now, not even a second she believed she wouldn't be able to meet him.
She never lost hope, since she had those. Those memories...not dreams, but memories.
She cannot be mistaken anymore. Those flashes were not dreams. They were too consistent and vivid to believe them just as dreams.
She was...living as a different person in those dreams.
Someone who was feared and respected by the people around her. Someone who held the strength to shake the world, and an ego greater than Satan. Someone who can fight for what she desires and go against the world if the person she loves is on the line.
Bella found herself quite similar to the person. Not only because the person from her dreams and Bella had similar magical attributes but also because they love the same person more dearly than their own life.