"Words are powerful," he said. "Enough. But if the right person say them..."

The saying is embedded in her thoughts. She doesn't remember who said it; in what occasion. She doesn't know why she can remember it was a 'he'. She is now a grown sorceress--a powerful one. From the farthest Northern icy landscape to the deepest Southern wilderness know who she is. Smiles greet her whenever she encounters strangers. Thank goodness, smile is a universal courtesy. She smiles back, not having to mention any name. It's not that she doesn't want to; it's that she doesn't know the names. 

"Good day, My Lady. Do you remember my son, Tareq?" asked some guy in bar.

"Good day, My Lady. How was the pineapple buttercake I gave you?" asked some woman in some street.

Truth is, she didn't even know how she got to the places. She lost her memory.