Feather Of Love

Eclipse of the Moon

During this long waiting, we could hear whispers around us, as if every wizard and mate were talking about me and Sylvia. Sylvia was visibly busy but also nervous, trying not to express her true feelings, her nervousness evident nonetheless. In the end, I could still sense it. We were still waiting, and nothing had happened. But suddenly, someone opened the door with a loud crash, shouting, "Mistress, please, it's not appropriate to approach things like that!"

I could hear this, and it sounded serious. But when I looked at the person in front of me, it was like a version of me but older, about 30 years older. She was wearing a beautiful white coat, and even with her age, she was more beautiful than me. I was shocked and someone behind her tried to stop her. She looked at me and focused, tears beginning to flow. I didn't know how to react, so I stood up softly and slowly, with all my respect and politeness, trying to calm her down. But when I stood up, she only hugged me and cried even more, tears flowing freely. I looked around, confused. My palms were still sweating, and even my friend didn't say anything. I just didn't understand what had happened.

She began to speak beyond a whisper, her voice slowly cracking from desperation. "Sorry, I made you wait so much, my child. It was my only choice. I didn't want to give you or your father, but I needed to protect you, at least. My heart knew that you would find the right path, and you did. You never disappoint me."

Her hand tightened in the hug, and I realized she was my mother. Tears welled up in my eyes as everything fell into place. Deep emotions swirled within me, and I embraced her, returning all the love she had given me. Tears flowed from my eyes; I couldn't believe this was real. I felt like I had accomplished everything I wanted. "You know, Mother, I did everything you told me. I made friends, tried to be happy, never lied. Now you see, I have a best friend. I did everything; I'm a good girl."

My mother and I were sitting on the floor, still hugging each other, tears flowing. We were trying to maintain our composure, yet at this point, everyone could see us. My mother looked into my eyes. "Mia, I never thought you'd do something that made me sad. Whatever you want to do in your life, I'll be with you. I tried so hard to communicate with you, but nothing worked. They always tried to stop me. But on your birthday, it's the only day I can send a letter, and this time, they didn't catch it, and everything worked."

She smiled softly as she wiped my tears. My eyes were swollen, and my cheeks were red. I didn't want to let go; I wanted this moment to last forever. I gave her the season necklace and all the magic items we found. "But Mother, why did you go to the Elves Kingdom? Why didn't you choose another one, like the Shadow Kingdom?"

She looked away, avoiding making things awkward. But when she looked at me again, her smile was humble, reminding me of my past, the dream I always had. "The Kingdom is the only place that protects mages. I was the most targeted person for assassination. So, it's the safest place for me. Even though they're different, they helped me so much. Don't judge people easily by their appearances, whether they look different or are a different species. Don't judge; they might have different intentions, different ways of thinking, different paths."

I listened to her words slowly, trying to understand everything she said and to embrace it. Sylvia was still standing in shock. I smiled at Sylvia, feeling like I had finally accomplished what I wanted. Suddenly, something struck my mind; I had to give her the three stones that led me to her. So, I retrieved them from my bag and showed them to her. "Do you want these three stones that led me to you? Because you didn't want anyone to know your location, right?"

But suddenly, her expression changed to anger when she noticed the biggest scar on both of my palms. She became so angry, and I could see her frustration. Even the fairy was scared and went behind my head. "It's nothing, just an accident that happened, don't worry," I said, biting my bottom lip to keep from freaking out and trying to calm her down. But instead, she yelled out of frustration. "Who dared to put scars on you? You didn't do anything wrong, so they'll pay a price for hurting my daughter, even if it's just a small scratch from the past."