Fear of identity

''What was I going to do?'' Esme snapped out of her trance.

She pushed herself to her feet and glanced at the people surrounding her who were shouting for her to die.

The reality started hitting her leaving her mortified for a moment. 

''He is not my brother,'' Esme pointed her finger at Adrian and shouted with all her might, turning the crowd silent within an instant, ''This is not real. My brother is alive and well.''

She gradually came back to her senses. How could this be real? Earlier this day, her brother was glaring at her from across the dining table. 

They are not in the past anymore. 

He is one of the strongest warriors with his powers at peak. No harm could befall him.

And a wave of calm washed over her.

All the mocking faces disappeared from her view like clouds dispersing in the air.