EMBERS OF THE UNSPOKEN

Episode 2 (The threshold)

Mira Daniel opened her eyes to a room that didn’t belong to the world she knew.

Soft silver light stretched endlessly, without walls, without corners, without sound—only a quiet hum that vibrated like a heartbeat beneath her feet. She tried to move, but her limbs felt weightless, as if her body had been carved out of smoke. She felt her body differently, but couldn't place her hands on what had changed about her, then she noticed a presence.

Someone else was there.

A young woman sat curled on the other side of the glowing floor, her long blonde hair tangled, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. Her blue eyes were swollen from crying, but beneath the fear, she carried a strange aura..

They stared at each other.

Two strangers.

Two souls, unknown to them pulled from life too suddenly.

The air shimmered.

A woman stepped forward, as though she had been part of the light all along. She wore flowing robes that shifted like moonlit water, she looked ageless and eyes held centuries, but her face was warm, kind—yet powerful enough to command the air around the room with just her presence, and her dark curls framed a face that was both ancient and impossibly gentle.

“I am Seraphine,” she said, her voice soft but resonant. “welcome to the threshold."

She kept observing the two girls confusion, and gave a knowing smile.

" you are between worlds… between what you were and what you may yet become."

She waited to see if her explanation as sink into the two girls brain.

Mira’s breath hitched. “Am I dead?”

“Yes,” Seraphine replied having a sigh of relief she doesn't have to go on with the explanation. “Both of you.”

She walked down to a table which was not notice by both the women before and watch them straight in the eye with burning passion

"You both are lucky."

" you are given a chance to go back, ....u both are give a chance to live again."

Then her gaze turned to Mira—whose last memories were scattered, blurred by shock and betrayal. The moment of death felt distant, like a nightmare slipping out of reach.

“You, Mira Daniel,” Seraphine said softly, refreshing her memory. “you life were taken unjustly. You died with a life inside you. A life you still—”

“My baby…” Mira whispered, her voice cracking as all her memory came rushing to her. “I didn’t even get to hold—”

Seraphine walked to her and knelt beside her, placing a warm hand over Mira’s trembling ones. “Your child’s soul is gone now. But your path is not finished. You may return, if you choose.”

Mira nodded through tears, she couldn't bear the thought of loosing her child before they even met. She had waited patiently to meet her baby but wait was wasted by people she love.

she couldn’t wipe away her fustration. “Please. I want to go back.”

" And you?" Facing the other lady with pity written all over her face " Memory of your life was not handed to me, so I can't hand you memory to you."

"I don't want to go..." she declared amiss tears and gave a knowing smile. " There is nothing for me back home."

Seraphine nod not sure what she met but didn't bother to push further.

Seraphine raised her hand, and the glowing room shifted into a window overlooking the Earth—blurred green, blue, and gold.

Facing Mira “Then we must find your body. A soul can only return through the vessel it left.”

She motioned for them both to step toward the glowing space. The women followed her instruction, their forms drifting like shadows behind her. The world beneath them pulled into focus—trees, night air, and the dim outline of the place the older woman had last called home.

Fire.

The guide stopped, her expression turning grim. Smoke curled upward, reaching toward the heavens as though begging for witness.

The younger woman gasped. Mira felt something inside her twist painfully, even though she had no heartbeat anymore.

Flames roared up into the night sky, devouring wood, cloth, bone—everything.

Two silhouettes stood near the inferno.

Sterling Daniel.

Her husband.

And Vanessa Cole.

Her best friend.

Watching the fire burn.

Mira’s knees buckled. A scream tore from her, but no sound left her mouth.

Seraphine’s voice was sorrowful. “Your body is gone, Mira. Burned to erase the truth.”

Mira shook, her soul trembling with grief and rage.

After what seems like eternity, Mira regain strength inside her legs, she stood up and was burning with rage, anger and taste for revenge. She turned and face the two women beside her, who have watched with shock as the event unfound Infront of them.

" I must go back." She declared.

She faced seraphine with pleading eyes, waiting to hear there was another way to go back.

“there is a way, if.......” Seraphine turned to the other lady. “A soul that rejects life leaves behind an empty vessel.”

She closed her eyes peacefully as seraphine words sink in, whispering, “I’m tired, Seraphine. She can have my body."

Seraphine touched Mira’s shoulder gently. “if you ask me, I will say you should give up, Her death was no accident. Taken her body means unknown enemies, and you my friend, will inherit her enemies as well as your own.”

Mira wiped her tears, determination rising through her grief.

“I’ll take her body,” she whispered. “And I don't mind finding the truth for both of us.”

Seraphine smiled sadly.

“Then rise, Mira Daniel…

…as Aurora Kingsley.”