Mi Milagro

Prologue¹

"Hey, watch out, little one." A villager called out as a young 4 year old (Y/H/C) girl ran through the crowd of people to get to the market, still wearing her training outfit from earlier. (outfit at the end. You'll know what training she does)

"Lo siento, Tio Alvaro (sorry). Just in a rush." The young girl answered, giggling.

"It's okay, Pequeña amiga (little friend). Where you heading off to?" The man asked her as he followed her.

"The market. Mama wants me to make her and Papí a fruit bowl before going to bed which is weird since they never go sleep this early." The girl giggled, as the villager's smile dropped slightly.

"Need any help?" He asked, having an idea of what's going on.

"Por favor. Gracias (Please. Thank you)." The young girl said as the man ran after her.

The man took her to the market and helped her buy and pay for all the fruits she needed for her fruit bowl.

"Muchas gracias, señor (thank you so much, señor)!" She thanked him before he could say anything else and then ran home with the bag of fruits. She swung open the front door and got two fruit bowl ready for her parents.

She slowly took them upstairs to her parents bedroom, careful not to drop them. Placing the bowls on the floor first, she stood in front of the door and took a deep breath in and then out. The young girl then abruptly stopped as she heard cough being supressed from the inside, causing her to freeze. She knew her parents wouldn't want her to hear them. She knew they wouldn't want her doing this. They knew their 4 year old daughter was the only one right now to take care of them and was smart enough to do so.

Taking another deep breathe in, she open the door slightly before picking the bowls back up and walking in. And there they were. On separate single beds, face as pale as a white sheet.

"Hola, Mama. Hola Papa. Got you your fruits." She walked in, placing a bowl on each bedside cabinet on the side of each bed before getting on the top of her mother's bed.

"Hola, mi amor." Her mother spoke up, wheezing a little as she did so, resting a hand on her daughter's hair.

"Hola, Y/N. Cómo estás, mi pequeña princesa (How are you, my little princess)?" Her Papa replied, reaching a pale hand to his daughter's.

"Bueno (Good) How are you feeling, is the better question?" Y/N laughed, lightly as did her parents.

"How was your day, mi corazón (my heart)?" Y/M/N asked, as Y/N groaned loudly, dramatically falling back on the bed.

"It was soooo bad. First the target wasn't in the right place so I had to move it and then it wouldn't stay up then I was sooo angry that the arrow wouldn't even go in the bow properly." Y/N rambled out.

"And then I forgot to sharpen my daggers. They were not even sharp enough. And then... Ugh, I hated today." She finished, cutely crossing her arms over her chest as her parents watched intently and chuckled.

"Mi hija, remember what u always say." Y/M/N said to her daughter who sat up with a cute pout.

"Patience is your power." Y/n and Y/F/N said simultaneously.

"I know, I know but.." Y/N started saying.

"No buts. Remember your training. With me and Tia Daniela."

"And me." Y/F/N butted in before his wife lovingly swatted his shoulder.

"Don't worry I won't ever forget." Y/n rolled her eyes.

"You have to be ready, mi hija."

"But ready for what? You don't tell me what I have to be ready for." Her parents exchanged looks before her papa said,