Don't tell anyone or they will destroy you

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I quickly left the library and set out on my way to see my father, who I assumed would be sitting on the throne in the hall and giving orders to people, but he was not there.

Is that strange to me, my father, and not sitting on the throne? That doesn't look like him to me. I started looking for him around the castle.

I went to the kitchen, the dining room, the hall where the balls are held, I also went to his room, but he was not there. However, there is one place where he went quite often, I don't understand why I didn't think of it right away.

So I ran to our greenhouse where there were flowers, a small pond and fairies flying around in it. Yes, fairies. If an ordinary person who does not believe in magical beings came here, he would see butterflies, bees, dragonflies, insects instead of fairies.

When I stepped into the greenhouse, I found my father sitting on one of the benches, looking at the pond and thinking. I walked up to him and looked at his pained face.

When he noticed me, he wiped the tears from his eyes and started paying attention to me.

„Dad? Are you OK?" I spoke to him first.

„Sure honey, don't worry, I'm fine, I was just thinking about mom." he looked at me and gave me a sad smile.

„Dad, I know you're not well and I know it's hard without mom. I miss her too, but I'm trying to get over it. It's been almost 10 years since she died, but I still can't get over it. Every time I remember her, tears roll down my cheeks and I can't stop them, but then I remember that she is looking at us, even if she is not here with us physically."

„You're right, Azi, mom is still here with us, not physically, but she's with us in our hearts and we should stop grieving so much. Let's talk about something more cheerful." father suggested.

„Ehmm, fine, but I have one thing regarding mom, that is, I found one thing in the library." I handed my mother's diary to him and he started looking through it.

„It's..." he couldn't believe his eyes.

„That's mom's diary." I said and sat down on the bench next to him.

„That's not possible. Did you manage to open it and read it yet?" he asked me suspiciously.

„No, I have no idea how to open it. It's not for a lock or any kind of magic spell, because mom wasn't a witch, so she couldn't bewitch it."

„Ah, so we have a problem." Dad said, scratching his chin.

„What kind?" I asked. „Just don't tell me that you don't know how to open that diary either."

„No no no. I know how it opens. Only..." he hesitated whether to tell me.

„Just? I'm waiting, father."

„Only, the diary can open when you sing a song." Dad said with a sigh.

„What a song, if I may know." I looked at him with a questioning look.

„Ehmmmm, that's the problem that I don't know what song it is. Alora said that it is her favorite that she wants to teach you too, so in theory you should know it." said father and started walking with book in hand.

„It's great that it's her favorite song, but I don't know which one. She had many favorite songs and sang them a lot." I said.

„Azia, honey, try to remember which one you sang together the most."

I closed my eyes like I always do when I think and started breathing slowly. Thoughts and memories of my mother and how we sang songs together swirled in my head.

I had a million songs in my head. I thought hard until the song This Town came to mind and I started singing:

„If the whole world was watching I'd still dance with you
Drive highways and byways to be there with you
Over and over the only truth
Everything comes back to you
You still make me nervous when you walk in the room
Them butterflies they come alive when I'm next to you
Over and over the only truth
Everything comes back to you
Everything comes back to you"

When I finished with singing I've heard a noise. The diary has opened. For the first time I saw my mother's handwriting. Okay, maybe not for the first time but I can't remember if I had seen her handwriting when I was little. I opened the diary on it's first page and it was about the fantasy beings that live in this kingdoms and these fantasy worlds.

There was something about werewolfs, sirens, ofcourse dragons, the witches alphabet, colours of magic and much more.

My eyes caught attention on page about her life. There was written som memories, quotes and when I turned it to the next page there was something about...ME?

Why would she even write something about me? Azia, think. You are her daughter ofcourse she would write something about you.

„Dad? My mom wrote some things about me, look." I said and handed the diary to my father.

„Oh, yeah. That are the interesting things she noticed and wrote about you. You see, since you were little you could do interesting things. When you were only 4 years old you could sing and year later you were able the ride the dragons in our kingdom, you could talk to animals or you could empathize with their emotions which they were feeling. It was amazing because you were onky 5 years old when you could do that so your mom came up with idea to create a diary about you and she wrote down the interesting things she noticed in you but I never known about that she could do magic or she was that interested in magical beings. I'm shocked right now."

„So that means that I have magical abilities?" I was so confused.

„Yeah you have." said father and he sighed.

„Yes that makes finally sense. 'Cause I haven't known why I can speak with magical beings byť now I know."

After I finished talking there was really big silence and I started to hate it. So I get up from the bench I was surfing on and started to walk back and forth. Then I finally got the confidence to speak again.

„I really miss my mom." I said and sat back on my seat and I rested my head on my father's shoulder.

„Me too ladybug, me too." said, stroked my head and the tears stared to fall down his cheeks again.

I did the same and I started to cry with him. We were sitting like this till the sun come down.