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Chapter 3 - Switch

Everything unfroze, and the door to the room creaked open slowly, as if hesitant to reveal what lay beyond. Into the room stepped a figure, tall and commanding, yet with an air of familiarity that warmed Isabella's heart. Her eyes widened in recognition, and she couldn't help but whisper, "Uncle Joe?"

The man, his presence filling the room with a comforting aura, smiled warmly at her, his eyes twinkling with affection like stars in the night sky. "Genesis, dear, are you quite all right? Did you perhaps bump your head?" he inquired, his voice laced with genuine concern.

Isabella's mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle before her. "Father?" she ventured tentatively, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Her father, relieved at her recognition, nodded gently, his features softening with paternal love. "Yes, my dear, it is I, your Father. And you know, I am a healer as well. Let me have a look at you," he said, moving closer to her with the grace of a caring guardian.

As her father examined her, memories long buried beneath the sands of time began to resurface in Isabella's mind. She recalled moments from her childhood, of laughter and love shared with family, and the wise tales spun by her grandmother. In that moment, she felt the comforting embrace of her grandmother's spirit, guiding her through the haze of confusion.

With his examination complete, Isabella's father smiled reassuringly. "You're perfectly well, Genesis. Just a bit shaken, I believe. Freshen up and join us downstairs for breakfast. I'll see to it that you safely make your way to school," he said, his voice a soothing melody.

As Isabella, or Genesis as she was now known to some, made her way to the bathroom, she couldn't shake the feeling of clarity that washed over her. Gazing into the mirror, she saw not just her own reflection but, her grandmother's reflection staring back at her, it looked like her grandmother in old pictures.

As she Looked at the Mirrior, Isabella felt a sense of clarity and purpose wash over her. She was no longer just Isabella; she was Genesis.