⋆౨ৎ˚ ┃ ❝ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝑳𝑫 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 ━ le sang fleurit sur les terres labourées ❞
🎧ᝰ.ᐟ 𝕭𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝖃 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 . . .
𝕾𝙔𝙉𝗣𝗡𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗦 ; a child of wonder
associates herself with heroes in
training causing a clash of...
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a pair of calloused hands fidgeted with a paper that contained almost incomparable content. "and what is this you have brought for me dear?" a feathery voice inquired. the said voice gingerly took the paper that was being firmly gripped by the latter, studying it with furrowed eyes. seeing the reaction was not what the child expected, her face scrunched up before trying to grab the paper but to no avail, since her mother was taller than her.
"haha! [name], whatever you give me will always mean so much to me, whether it might be something you might not be proud of or something you will hold with high regard," her mother assured her. taking a red magnet from the cabinet, she put the drawing on the fridge and looked at [name]. the said child stood there, still, creating an emotion of concern to stir within [mother's name]'s head.
"do you mean that?" the youth asked. confusion etched on the mother's visage, most children would be delighted to hear praise regarding their work rather than doubting the words of the other. 'oh,' [mother's name] thought, her once radiant expression faded into a solemn one, her lips pursed in disappointment at the thought that dawned on her.
'[name] is not dubbed as 'most children', her contemplation pitting a sense of apprehension in her gut. "Mom?" [name] called out, tugging at her mother's ankle skirt. she brushed her thoughts away and glanced at the younger. "yes?" she answered softly with a smile that did not quite reach her eyes.
"you have not answered my question... " [name] spoke almost dejectedly. [mother's name]'s noticed the mood seemed to dampen, alarming her to do something. "I mean what I say, my love, everything that is touched, looked and made by you will always be something that I will cherish more than anyone," she responded and swept the child off her feet.
euphoria peaked at that moment, being in her mother's arms while being spun around and tossed in the air. [name] felt like a real child around her. but that would not last for so long.
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the motivation I have for this book and this book only has been watered down to nothing. idk why I even struggled to write a half-assed chapter, maybe cause I wanted people to be assured I'm still updating? I promise this is not how future chapters will be written, it's just this one. okay bye.
