Feather Of Love

Unspoken secrets

"I followed my mother's steps to the balcony. As I saw her sitting in the chair, admiring the stars under the full moon, the sky's scene was enchantingly beautiful, filling me with wonder. However, when I glanced at my mother's face, it was filled with an unshakable sadness that pained my heart, making me regret everything I said. I'd become a bit selfish, rushing to understand the world as quickly as possible, but in doing so, I was hurting people who shouldn't be hurt. I was worsening the situation.

Gently, I placed my hand on my mother's shoulder. She looked at me with tired eyes. I didn't expect much, but she was working her way into my heart slowly. I looked down, unable to meet her gaze. 'I know I was the one who did wrong to you. I know I pushed you too much. I didn't want this to happen, so I apologize from the bottom of my heart,' I tried to be more polite because she had changed so much, but she didn't say any words. Instead, she came closer and hugged me. There was a soft smile on her face, making me feel even more guilty, my heart sinking further. I realized that sometimes I needed to take things slowly to enjoy them, even if it was hard. So, I let time pass and allowed her to hug me, feeling the joy as if I were six years old. I looked at her, smiling happily, and she returned the smile without hesitation. I felt as if every flower around us had just bloomed.

'Look at me. I'm glad you're slowly beginning to understand this world. You didn't have time to take things slowly; you always rushed into everything, and that's harmful to you. So, I'm happy that you're starting to enjoy the simple things that some people forget. Keep your heart kind; don't let people change it, even if they are harsh on you.'

I nodded, but suddenly, my stomach grumbled and hurt because I realized I hadn't eaten much during the day. Now, I felt so hungry. I looked at my mother, slightly embarrassed, not wanting her to see me in that state. Instead, I chuckled and asked the maids to prepare a good meal. My mother's smile upon seeing me relieved me, as making one of my parents sad would break my heart.

I've seen many types of parents who live for their children, but in my case, they were just full of care. So why shouldn't I be the type of daughter they deserve? I want them to be proud of me in a way that whenever they look at me, their heads are held high. Just imagining their happiness fills me with joy. I took a seat beside my mother, as there were two chairs, and without hesitation, I rested my head on the table, gazing at the sky, thinking about all the things I have. My little fairy was going around my head, sitting on it, twirling, but her voice was so thin that I could barely understand her. The good thing is, I'm getting a better understanding of myself, but something makes me wonder.

I looked directly into my mother's eyes, full of questions. 'Mother, you mentioned something about revolution, and I'm really wondering what you're talking about. Are there allies from another kingdom helping us, or is it something else?' Her expression changed as if she'd seen a ghost; it was full of worry and nervousness. I could see sweat on her forehead; she wasn't comfortable talking about it. Ignoring that, she didn't respond to me, so I changed the subject.

'So, Mother, I'm just wondering about my magic. I can change shapes easily, so is it normal or dangerous for our lives? Is this why you told me to build up my stamina more? Because if someone drains all their mana, they will eventually faint?'

She put one hand on the table and the other on her head, thinking, and without hesitation, started explaining with full confidence. But before she even began, the maid started putting different types of food on plates. I tried to control my hunger because I wanted to know more about myself, but my stomach was being a traitor.

She giggled, and I felt embarrassed that my mother saw me. 'Don't worry, just dig in.' I put some food on my plate and began eating slowly because I didn't want to look like a savage in front of my mother. After all, I'd forgotten most of the manners after my adventures. Being an adventurer means being free and not being controlled by anyone, and it was a beautiful experience for me. But I couldn't run from my responsibilities for my whole life.

At this point, my mother began explaining more about my magic. 'So, your magic, it's not that simple, you know. You can see in books that you can read and try whatever you want, but we don't have any record of anyone controlling the elements in that way. They might make a contract with a magical creature that has this element, but they trade or play with it as if it's clay with your magic. So, it's very different from the techniques you use.'

I ate slowly, pondering her words. During this time, I began to realize why my mother was so worried about me; I used a different technique, but they all produced the same result. I grew a bit frustrated and ate faster, finishing everything and setting aside my fork and knife. I looked at my mother, wondering, 'But, Mother, is the only difference that I'm using a different technique, not draining my mana or anything like that? Plus, I will train more just to make sure I'm getting more powerful and stronger because if anyone tries to hurt you or me, I will always protect you, I promise.'

She looked at me, softly holding my hands as if I'd said the most precious things in the world. She smiled happily, knowing that I was loyal from the bottom of my heart. 'Promise me, though, that you will never overdo it like this again because it's dangerous. And I'll tell you more about the revolution, but I'll tell you one thing: they are on our side, and you don't even need to confront them about your true identity. So, don't worry.' Even if she told me that a hundred times, I'd still be puzzled because who controls this revolution? What if someone who wants to hurt me controls it? I rested my head on the table after the maid pulled it.

I was lost in thought, looking at the sky, but I returned to my senses when I saw a new person enter. She looked at my mother and bowed respectfully and politely. I didn't make any comments because, to me, my mother was the owner of this place. Things got more awkward, and the silence grew louder. 'Mother, I'll go and talk to Sylvia in private. I'll be back soon. I'm glad you're okay and happy. See you tomorrow.' I held Sylvia's hand and led her inside. Because I didn't want to waste my friend's time, I exited my mother's room and returned to mine. I opened the door and sat on the chair because my room wasn't that big. So we sat for a moment to relax. I observed Sylvia's face

She had dark bags under her eyes. I knew she probably hadn't slept because she loved reading and exploring more about magic. With a soft smile, I said, 'Sylvia, it's been more than three weeks since I last saw you, and you look so tired. I'm really getting worried. Don't tell me you're pushing yourself too much.' She looked away, avoiding any eye contact. So, trying to be a good friend, I sat beside her, looked at her with a full smile, and offered her all my comfort.

'Look, I understand how tough it is to change and move from place to place, especially if it's bothering you. But you're the one who used to cheer up all the time, the one who easily got mad. Don't feel like that.' She looked at me, smiled, hugged me softly, and then swiftly hit my head. I was confused by her actions. Instead of shedding a tear, her expression turned sharper, and she seemed more furious.

I began to regret everything I'd done because she seemed like a dangerously mad woman. 'I know you're worried about how much you've changed, finding your mother and not talking to me. It feels like our friendship has just vanished. I'm scared to even make eye contact with you because someone like you, telling me all this, I just know that you haven't changed. You're still stubborn, letting yourself go wild to unlock new places for your mana to flow. But that's risky without even having the knowledge that this could harm you.'

scratched the back of my head, knowing she was right in some way. But what could I do? She was my best friend, and we talked without being polite. She started telling me about all the different things she had experienced, the people she had met, and what she was learning. I was so happy and even glad that she found things more enjoyable. She deserved it. For now, I wanted to unlock more of my mana. I explained this to her, and she got a bit mad, but we sorted it out. Eventually, she would help me.

But I missed the way we used to talk to each other, understanding everything without even speaking. That was so much she is a precious person to my heart because from the beginning I was misunderstand her and sometimes I just get foolished of myself but I slowly begin to see her point of view as what I can see now is a friend that hard to find so I appreciate her because realizing that without her, I might have made foolish decisions in my naive past, even risking my life but for now I think about it my mother didn't tell me that much I wander why the main thing that stop her to say anything .