The Scarlet Prophecies

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In the carriage, Rosabella rested her head against the cool windowpane, letting out a soft sigh. It had been ages since her Uncle Berend departed, but today, he was finally returning. Memories of the day before he left flooded her mind as she closed her eyes.

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Moonlight streamed through the window, casting a glow across the room. A flickering candle on the desk shed its gentle light, illuminating the array of maps spread out before Berend. With intense concentration, he traced his finger over the intricate network of roads, searching for the optimal route.

Suddenly, a faint creak echoed from behind him, causing Berend to instinctively turn his head. To his surprise, standing in the doorway was his twelve-year-old niece, Rosabella. Her wide eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and mischief, but she was frowning.

"Bella, what are you doing here? You should be in bed"

"I couldn't sleep..." She walked towards the desk.

Berend placed a hand on her head, and a warm smile braced his face, "you couldn't sleep?"

"I was worried about you...do you have to go?"

Berend let out a small laugh, "Oh you don't need to worry about me hun" he reassured her.

Rosebella's frown deepened, "what if the elves and the other creatures don't like you? What if they are mean just like the dark fairy? How do you know they won't hate you?"

Berend's warm smile turned into a sad one, "I don't". He simply said. Berend was always honest. "But I hope they won't and are willing to hear me out"

Rosabella fidgeted with the compass, "That's not reassuring..."

"I guess it's not...but I promise you I will be fine"

Rosabella hugged him, "I will miss you..."

Berend returned the hug, "I will miss you too, but it's worth it. Imagine a world where everyone is equal and one, human, fairies, elves or a hybrid it doesn't matter".

As Rosebella ventured through the dimly lit corridors of the ancient castle, her mind lingered on the profound words spoken by her beloved uncle. "Imagine a world where everyone is equal and united, regardless of their humanity, fairy heritage, elven lineage, or even their hybrid nature," he had reflected earlier that evening. Rosebella couldn't help but question the possibility of such an extraordinary vision becoming a reality.

Lost in her thoughts, Rosebella pondered the essence of her uncle's words. Could it be possible for different races and beings to coexist harmoniously, caring long-standing divisions birthed from fear and hatred? The idea appeared both astoundingly beautiful and incredibly daunting.

As she made her way back to her room, an unnerving feeling crept upon her, as though unseen eyes were fixed upon her. Instinctively, she turned around, only to be met with the dimly lit silhouette of a boy. His eyes emitted an eerie green glow, and his purple-tousled hair added to his mysterious appearance.

"Ernesto!" Rosabella's voice echoed through the hall, filled with a mix of frustration and concern. "What on earth are you doing, standing there like a creep?!"

Ernesto wrinkled his nose, "What are you doing a wake in this hour?!" He shouted back.

Rosebella walked towards him, "I could ask you the same question?" She smirked, "did you get lost?"