"Goodbye, Samiel." My mother waved her hands at us, her eyes filled with a mix of pride and worry.
"See you soon, son." My father joined in the farewell, his voice filled with a hint of sadness as he stood beside my mother, supporting her.
"Goodbye, Young Master. Don't forget about me!" Hazel, our loyal family servant, stood beside them, her eyes glistening with unspoken emotions. And next to her, my grandmother Salma wore a gentle smile, her love and support evident in her every gesture.
"Okay, let's go then." I heard my grandfather Magnus's commanding voice as he gave the order to start moving.
The carriage began to ascend, and soon we found ourselves soaring through the air. Our carriage was a marvel of engineering, a flying carriage that defied the laws of gravity. The wind rushed through my hair as we ascended higher and higher, the world below us shrinking into a mere speck.
