296 MONA ROSEHEART'S MEMORIES (4)

NOW THAT Mona was looking at the pitiful young woman properly, she noticed that the strands of the lady's hair were the same color as her hair.

It was pink.

Her heart once again thumped hard and loud against her chest.

[Is she really my future daughter?]

"In the future, the seed in your womb would become the pitiful human tree in front of you right now," the majestic voice coming from the sky said. She wasn't certain if it has a gender, but its voice sounded like it belong to a woman. "Your daughter is destined to be the next Aether, dear."

Mona let out a shocked gasp. "The next Aether? Isn't Aether the pure upper air that the gods breathe?"

Her mind was currently a mess.

The air in the Upper World where gods lived was different than the normal air that humans in the Middle World breathed. The air in the Upper World was called 'Aether' and it was said that it was a "pure essence" not found in the human world.