Part 10.

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Oldtown, December 29th.

Something truly magical has happened, and I’m not sure if I should feel fear. My mother noticed the bracelet that I still can’t remove from my wrist, and I had to come up with a story. I told her it was a gift from Lisa, and she accepted the explanation without suspicion. I’ve tried countless ways to free myself from the bracelet, using various cutting tools, but none have been effective.

Last night, while smoothing the band of my hair before bedtime, an experience left my heart breathless. The bracelet began to glow, and the tiny butterflies adorning its surface came to life. Amid this astonishing spectacle, a dazzling melody resonated, a symphony reminiscent of the harmony between a violin and a piano.

The butterflies detached from the delicate silver ring and, as if they were living creatures, started to dance around me, sprinkling a fine silver powder over me. This fleeting event lasted only a few seconds before they flew out through the semi-open window of my room. Incredulous and amazed, I waited for the butterflies to return, but sleep overcame me.

I’m sure I fell asleep on the chair next to the window, but today I woke up lying in bed, wrapped in my nightgown with a braid in my hair. I have no memory of braiding my hair or putting on the nightgown; it’s an enigma I have yet to decipher. Strangest of all is that the bracelet remains unchanged. The butterflies rest in their places, and for a moment, I thought it could all be the result of a dream. However, upon discovering traces of the silver powder in my hair, doubts settled in my mind. I don’t know exactly what happened, and I don’t know whom to turn to for answers.

Despite all this mystery, my mind is still filled with thoughts revolving around Alex Evans. The return to school is approaching, and I never imagined I would say this: I’m eager to go back.

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