Tuile extended her hand, offering a tender carrot to the graceful deer. Her eyes lit up with pure delight as she watched the gentle creature happily nibbling away at the treat from her open palm. The air was filled with a sense of serenity and tranquility, as Tuile stood there in awe of the beautiful moment unfolding before her.
" Look !" The little girl spoke with a voice that exuded the sweetness of candy, capturing the attention of those around her.
The warmth of her heart swelled with joy as she basked in the company of her two favorite people. Every moment spent with them felt like an endless stream of happiness as they lifted her spirits and made her feel like the luckiest person in the world.
Yavanna cast a thoughtful gaze upon the map clutched within her grasp, allowing her eyes to momentarily wander over to the children frolicking in the nearby meadow. Despite her diligent efforts, she found herself grappling to discern the precise route to take and establish the true orientation of the border.
As the children were delighting in their playful activities, a sudden mishap occurred when the young boy accidentally stepped on a jutting branch. This unfortunate event caused him to lose his balance and tumble forward, ultimately resulting in a hand fall with his face hitting the ground.
" Noel, are you okay?" Tuile's heart filled with worry as she abruptly halted her steps and hurried towards her brother's side, ready to offer any help that he might need.
"Yeah, I am fine. It was just a stupid scratch." In an effort to conceal his discomfort, he let out a strained chuckle. However, it was long before his eyes welled up, and tears began to stream down his face, resembling the flow of a cascading waterfall.
" I want to go back home!" he cried.
The young boy had an exhilarating and exciting adventure, but his heart was burdened with sadness and a deep longing for his family. He found himself in a challenging situation, torn between his strong attachment to Tuile and his intense longing to be reunited with his beloved family.
He had a disdain for nature and longed for the presence of his servant, who used to cater to his every need. He found himself incapable of taking care of himself, which was indeed a low point for him.
" If that will make you happy then I will talk to Mama."
With a soft and cautious step, Tuile approached her mother and tugged at the hem of her shirt, gently directing her attention toward the young boy standing nearby. Her voice was sweet and caring as she spoke, conveying a sense of kindness and empathy toward the child.
The mother appeared displeased upon hearing her daughter's request, for it seemed to create a rather challenging situation for both of them and could potentially cause more complications during the border crossing expedition.
She had to face a difficult decision.
" Young prince, do you know where way home from here?" She asked.
Through his tears, he managed to utter the words "I t-think so." His voice breaking under the weight of his emotions.
The woman's eyes fixated on the vast expanse of the horizon, taking in the landscape's natural beauty before her. Suddenly, her attention was drawn to a group of hikers traversing through the dense woods, their movement swift and calculated. A creative idea came to mind.
" Prince Noel, we will escort you to the kind hikers over there who can assist you in returning home." The woman offered a calming presence with a gentle smile and a soothing voice, which help ease the tears that were flowing. She then proceeded to wrap the boy in a warm embrace, providing a sense of comfort and safety.
As the carriage slowly made its way up the steep hill, the children held onto each other's hands tightly, their palms sweaty with trepidation. The thought of being separated from each other filled them with fear, but they couldn't bear to acknowledge the possibility out loud. They looked out the carriage windows, their eyes fixed on the passing scenery, trying to distract themselves from the inevitable at their destination.
The loud gunshot came unexpectedly, making the carriage swerve and flip over, causing fear in the children.
As the deer collapsed, the woman had an unexpected incident where she accidently fell from her seat from trying to gain control. She incurred multiple minor cuts and bruises from the fall. As she regained consciousness, she was startled to find out that the carriage had tilted over and was at the brink of the cliff. Despite the chaos, her maternal instincts immediately prevailed, and she quickly opened the curtains to save her young daughter from harm's way. She then took swift action to find safety with her daughter in her arms.
She couldn't resist the urge to cast a fleeting glance back at the boy, as he lay on the ground.
Who would've thought the soldiers were actually dressed as hikers? I was completely fooled. I am so sorry, young prince. My daughter is more important than anything in the world….
There was the sound of yet another gunshot. Tuile opened her eyes, looking at her mother's face." Mommy, where is Noel?" the little girl asked in a horsed voice and turned her head, looking at the boy unconscious before drifting away into a distant rest as she
The woman kept running disregarding the words of her daughter as her feet splashed through the stream, but water slowed down her pace and her arm was bleeding.
If I drop Tuile then just maybe, I could get there! She is slowing me down...
As she pondered deeply, her eyes landed upon her beloved daughter with a touch of melancholy. Nevertheless, she could not bring herself to return such a pure and unblemished soul back to the Kingdom that is too good for this corrupted place.
Please Forgive me, Tuile!
As her head was being forced underwater, Tuile's eyes shot open in panic, struggling to breath. The woman used all of her strength to push her daughter in further, hoping the bubble would come to a stop relatively soon.
The water splashed around; her attention was drawn to her daughter. She closed her eyes and could not stand it.
"SHE OVER THERE! FIRE YOUR GUNS." The men shouted.
With five bullet wounds, Yavanna loosened her grip on her daughter and moved away. She swayed back and forth in attempting to follow the path on the map.
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As she gazed at the cliff, her mother smiled one final time- a bittersweet moment of beauty and sorrow.
Tuile suddenly jolted awake and emitted a loud scream through the walls. Panting heavily with sweat dipping from her forehead, she was fearful that her troubling dream could be a reality.
As a knock echoed throughout the room, a sudden wave of terror washed over her. Lady Azuiel, the very person she fled from, made her way toward her. It was as if she had been transported back to the very place she had been trying to escape from.
"Why am I back here? I was running away with my mother and Noel."
Tuile was experiencing a throbbing sensation in her head as she grappled with the task of recollecting the elusive memories that had vanished without warning.
" It was just a terrible nightmare; everything is will alright."
Hehe, I can't believe such a male mage exists. With this, the little girl is back in my arms.
With a heart of full adoration, Azuiel embraced Tuile in her arms, cherishing every moment spent with her beloved. The tenderness in her touch conveyed a depth of love that words could not fully express.
" I am your mother, and I have you now."
What did Lady Azuiel just say?
The dimly lit room had a peculiar figure lurking in the shadows. The mysterious man donned a black cloak that concealed his identity, as he intently watched her every step. Although no one else seemed to acknowledge his presence, she couldn't help but feel unnerved by his gaze. In an attempt to avoid any potential confrontation, she made a conscious effort to disregard his existence.
As days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, she realized with dismay that her mother's face was becoming a hazy memory. Her eyes wandered to the dark figure lurking behind her, and a feeling of discomfort washed over her. It appeared as though this cloak person might know something.
" Who are you, mister?" She questioned.
"Princess Tuile Vivi Aeverie Xyrlynn, age five. Her Majesty has hired my services to teach you. Though my methods aren't ideal, you will become well.
The sound emanating from his vocal cords possessed a profound and daunting quality that evoked a sense of unease as he uttered his words.
" Why is everyone acting like my Mama never stayed here?" the little girl was bewildered.
Can you recall the distress you caused the day of your mother's execution?