Tuile leisurely walked alongside her servant, savoring the serene ambiance of the field. Suddenly, a familiar figure caused her eyes, and to her delight, it was her mother. A rush of excitement ran through her, causing her eyes to widen in anticipation. Without a second thought, she hastened her stride and gracefully dashed through the grassy expanse, relishing the cool, refreshing breeze against her cheeks. The long-awaited reunion with her beloved mother was a moment of pure bliss that overwhelmed her with joy and happiness.
As she approached, her heart swelled with joy, but it was short lived as the painful memories flooded in and shattered her sense of happiness. Overcome with emotions, she reached out for her mother, but amidst the chaos of the busy crowd, she stumbled.
She lifted her head, and the swords began to slice her mother's neck. As the two made eye contact and a tear slowly slid down from her mother's face with a sincere smile.
Don't leave me all alone, Mama!
At that moment, a tumultuous storm raged within her, unleashing a fierce gust of wind that whirled around her. Her eyes widened in response to the tempestuous energy that surged through her veins, and her dress flapped violently in the wind's wake. Suddenly, with remarkable speed and power, a bolt of lightning shot forth from her hand, illuminating the sky with its brilliant radiance.
Tuile underwent a severe crash that sent them hurtling backward, resulting in a collision with the neighboring structure. The force of the impact was substantial enough to leave noticeable marks on the wall of the building.
In the midst of the ongoing turmoil, the citizens around Tuile started to lose their calm and started to scream frantically, creating a loud commotion. As a result, Tuile's vision became blurred, and she could barely hear the young prince calling out to her. However, her attention was fixated on the ominous gray smoke that was rising up in the sky, indicating that something terrible had happened and was causing widespread panic among people.
When Tuile opened her eyes, she was greeted with an unsettling sight. A group of female soldiers stationed themselves outside of her room, creating an impenetrable barrier between her and the rest of the world. As she lay in her bed, her heart racing with anxiety, she couldn't help but feel as though she was trapped in a nightmare.
What happened? I remember walking with Lady Azuiel and then…..
Tuile was taken back by an intense and sharp pain in her head causing her to wince and instinctively rub her temple. As she did, a vibrant and joyful memory of her mother's smiling face appeared in her mind, unexpected and uninvited. But the sudden influx of powerful emotions, along with a surge of fear and worry, was too much for Tuile to handle. She squeezed her eyes shut and covered her shaking ears, trying to shut out the overwhelming sensations that threatened to engulf her. She slowly recalled the two soldiers dead and her mother lying in a blood bath.
No, it can't be true!
After several hours had passed, a gentle tapping sound could be heard emanating from the sturdy wooden door. Gradually, the door creaked open, revealing the figure of a little girl mother on the other side. Despite her body being wrapped in numerous bandages and her slight hobble, she moves towards her daughter with a sense of resolute determination, her gait unwavering. Finally, she reached Tuile and enfolded her in a warm, comforting embrace, a poignant moment of motherly affection.
." My dear, Tuile. You must've been afraid; I am so sorry.".
.As she stepped out from the enveloping darkness, a soft, warm light beckoned her forward. It seemed to radiate a sense of safety and peace, and she felt her anxiety melt away as she drew closer. And then, there was her mother, waiting with open arms to embrace her. The world around them seemed to fade away as they held each other, lost in a moment of pure love and joy. Tears streamed down her face as she felt the weight of all her worries lifts away, replaced by a sense of pure contentment. How she wished she could stay like this forever, held tightly in her mother's comforting embrace.
Mommy!
Yavanna gently disengaged from her daughter's loving embrace and became aware of the sound of footsteps drawing near to the room. Ever the vigilant mother, she surreptitiously slipped a small amulet into her daughter's palm, as though entrusting her with a precious secret or talisman.
"Please hold this close to your heart, dear and think about us every day, I must return back to the chamber before someone catches me. Do act like you have not seen me. I promise that I will come to you in two days before the execution date at night."
With tender affection, she leaned down and placed a delicate kiss on her daughter's forehead. Moving quietly and purposefully, she made a swift exit from the room, taking care not to draw attention to herself. Her movements were fluid and graceful, a testament to her years of experience in navigating through the castle with precision and care.
I will not get a second chance; I must get my baby away from this horrible place. Tuile, I will save you and take you back to our country where our kind belongs, where our family ..please waits for my return."
In a hushed manner, a diligent servant cautiously entered the private quarters of the esteemed princess to carefully inspect her overall condition and make certain that there were no signs of any unusual conduct taking place. Meanwhile, Tuile pretended to be sound asleep.
Please go away Lady Azuiel!
Under the sheets, she tightly grasped the amulet, eagerly anticipating the future she and her mother would share.
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An unexpected event occurred, resulting in the officials sharing soft-spoken conversations with each other.
How could a five-year-old awaken her abilities this early?
How rare? A child, a user!
It's unstable!
But it can be beneficial. What if they allow that bastard on the battlefield?
Should we rejoice or be afraid?
What does this mean?
The appropriate age for a magic user is fourteen years old or older within the royal bloodline.
It's less likely for males to become a user unless there's some sort of miracle.
In Xeales, the woman holds auditory and are more powerful beings in the world.
As Her Majesty gracefully walked past, her mind lost in contemplation, the servants all around her lowered their heads in deep reverence, their eyes respectfully closed. It was a scene of utmost respect and honor, displaying unwavering loyalty and devotion to their beloved monarch.
I saw it coming, but I could not deflect it...why?
"Your majesty, the citizens are frightened. Many people were killed by the princess's hands, especially, your best soldiers, Estal and Vardi." A scroll was read out loud by one of the officers. "The citizens are in question that Tuile Vivi Aeverie Xyrlynn is suitable to become the nation's future and already killed 56 innocent bystanders."
This unfortunate incident's consequences have far-reaching effects beyond just Tuile. If not handled with the utmost care and diplomacy, it could potentially tarnish the Kingdom's reputation on a global scale. Moreover, there is a real risk of civil unrest and even a possibility of Her Majesty's safety being compromised due to increased security concerns. It's imperative that swift and decisive action is taken to prevent any further escalation of the situation.
" I'll take responsibility and swiftly prepare for it!"
" Yes, Your Majesty."
The officials humbly bowed their heads while their voices boomed with a resounding shout.
A servant securely attached a letter to the bird's foot and watched it fly away safely.
At this moment, a carriage has arrived at the entrance of the castle, and the guards have initiated the process of lowering the bridge to allow for entry.
Tuile's eyes widened as she peered out the window, scanning the dark landscape for any signs of movement. Suddenly, she caught sight of a figure in the distance, and her heart skipped a beat as she realized it had born a striking resemblance to her mother.
The figure was sprinting across the open bridge, with several guards in hot pursuit, their weapons glinting menacingly in the moonlight. Tuile's mind raced as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched the scene unfold before her.
She shook her head back and forth.
It's just a dream! It's just a dream!
There is no way that my mother would leave without me!
She hesitated to accept the fact that the person was her mother. She doubted it, and she thought it could be one of the disgruntled servants attempting to escape the castle. However, her skepticism was put to rest when she heard the piercing sound of the gunshot that echoed through the halls.