After losing her family, [Name] is taken in by Stella's parents. At Alfea, the school for fairies, she begins to heal and finds new friends. Follow her on her journey as she uncovers secrets about her origin that she never knew.
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I was in my room, as usual, always separated from kids my age. It had become my norm, and though I didn't mind, I didn't feel lonely. It was as if someone was always there with me, even if they weren't physically present.
I gazed down at my glowing hands, a soft smile spreading across my face. It felt like an achievement, something I'd worked so hard for. Finally, I'd activated my magic. I couldn't wait to show my mother. But before I could move, a sudden noise from downstairs sent a shiver down my spine.
Dread.
That was all I felt—pure, cold dread. It was a feeling that hit me like a stone, and I knew something was terribly wrong. My intuition never failed me. Some would call it a gift, an ability to predict things before they happened, but I wasn't so sure. All I knew was that the sense of unease in the pit of my stomach was undeniable.
I ran downstairs in a panic, following the sound, and my heart stopped when I saw the scene before me.
My mom was on the floor, covered in blood, her eyes empty, lifeless. I froze, my throat dry, the world suddenly spinning.
"Mama!" I choked out, falling to my knees beside her. The roughness of the ground scraped against my skin, but I didn't care. My only focus was on her, on the woman who had raised me, who had always been there.
Her gaze flickered up at me, weak and fading. "R-run," she croaked, coughing violently, blood spilling from her mouth, making the air thick with a horrible, suffocating weight. I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my arms and take away her pain, but I couldn't. Her words pierced me more than anything else could.
"I can't leave you," I cried, but her eyes closed, and she didn't respond. My heart dropped as the truth hit me hard. My mother was gone. It was a reality I refused to accept, yet it played in my mind like a broken record, each repetition making the air thinner, harder to breathe.
I couldn't stop shaking. My breath came in gasps, hyperventilating, but somehow, I managed to push myself to my feet. My mother had asked me to run, and though every part of me screamed to stay with her, I did as she asked.
I ran.
The woods swallowed me, the night air sharp and biting, but the red eyes that gleamed in the darkness were worse. They glared at me, a malevolent, satisfied gleam that made my stomach turn with disgust.
'Keep running. Don't stop.' I repeated the mantra in my mind, my feet pounding the earth beneath me.
"Don't let her get away!" A voice echoed, the sound of footsteps growing louder as someone chased me.
