Helen's POV
Dark energy swirled about the person like smoke as they stood in front of me. Their face was serene yet intense, like a weird mirror of mine. They appeared to be both strong and... heavy.
"Who are you?" With hardly more than a whisper, I asked. "Are you my ancestor?"
With a slight, melancholy smile, the person nodded. Indeed, Helen. You are a part of me. Like you now, I was once a powerful person torn between light and shadow.
I inhaled deeply, still attempting to make sense of everything. "What made you turn to the dark? Why pick shadows above lights?
They averted their gaze for a second, as though recalling something unpleasant. Darkness might feel more manageable at times, particularly when light seems far. Helen, power is a hefty thing. The world perceives you differently when you own it.
