Ransom Evans, a young girl born and raised in 1940s Brooklyn, New York, had the privilege of growing up in the influential circles of her father, who was a prominent figure in those times. As fate would have it, Ransom's father became a business par...
The room was quiet and my ears were ringing. My wife Amina stood behind me, her hand on my shoulder. She looked down with a sad look. "She's not going to wake up Ahmed, I'm sorry," Amina said apologetically, her voice soft. I shook my head in disagreement.
"She's resting," I said. She wanted to say something as she was beginning to get fed up. I saw her thinking in the reflection of the table, Ayla was lying on. She would never say anything to hurt me.
"Ahmed, it's time to let her go. It has been three months" she bargained. "Everyone seems to accept that she's gone except for you" Her hands were still laying on my shoulders. She didn't raise her voice and she didn't seem to try and belittle me. But I just refused to listen.
"Amina" I sighed and stood up. I pulled her away from Ayla. She looked like she was asleep. Her skin was pale but a soft smile on her face. Like she was at peace. "She's not dead. She is supposed to fulfill the prophecy" I said. Amina huffed.
"What prophecy Ahmed? That's a lie made up by your brother" she spits. I looked at her, not saying anything. My heart was aching when I glanced at Ayla again. I just nodded at Amina, signaling that she was right. She stuck out her hand for me to grab. Even though my heart aged for the daughter I got to hold for such a short time. There was this guilt that I was going to carry with me for the rest of my life.
If it weren't for us abandoning her, she would've been happy. She would still be alive. She'd be with her brothers and I'd be sure of the one who will take the throne when I die. It's something I will never get to see. My beautiful daughter as a queen. As a benevolent, beautiful, smart, dutiful queen.
Just by the thought of this, I burst into tears. "Oh, dear" Amina sighed and immediately grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. Her grip was tight around me. As I pulled back away from her, I could see the guilt on her face. Like she's the one taking me away from my daughter. But It wasn't her fault. It was Malik's fault. He is the one who kidnapped, hurt, and killed my daughter.
It was then when I turned to my daughter, I noticed something. I stepped closer to her to be sure and when I stood over her I could see her wounds healing. Slowly but surely. I looked at Amina, to check if she was seeing exactly what I was seeing. The blood on her face was completely gone, she looked as white as a ghost. "I-I-I" Amina stuttered while she pointed at the door, signaling that she would get a doctor.
"Yeah," I whispered as I stepped towards Ayla. "Do that" My feet felt like they were made out of concrete as I was taking slow steps. I wasn't sure if she'd open her yes and I didn't know in what state she'd be in. Maybe she'd wake up and have a surge of power.
Which means I'd have to evacuate or she'd wake up and have no idea where she is. I assumed that her last memories would be of when she was taken.
I placed my hand on her head, caressing her hair. "Ransom," I said softly trying to create a familiar environment by calling her by the name she grew up with. Her brows frowned, as she moaned softly. I knew that it hurt, recovering from third degree. I had been there dozens of times. Even with our powers, it hurt as much. If not even more. "You're safe" I whispered. My heart was beating so fast. I couldn't wait for her to open her eyes.
I grabbed a chair and sat down as I took her hand in mine, to make sure that she felt safe and not threatened. After a while, she opened her eyes. Revealing her beautiful brown orbs. "Hi," I choked. She frowned, fear plastered all over her face.
It only got worse when she couldn't move her arms and legs. Her voice croaked "Please don't hurt me." she cried.
"Hey look at me" I grabbed her face in my hands forcing her to look at me. "You're okay, you're safe. The doctors are on their way. You are home now" I tried to reassure her.
Tears were streaming down her face. Soft sobs left her lips. "Where am I?" she cried. "Please let me go. You can take whatever you want I can't take this pain anymore" she begged. My heart broke into a million pieces.
"Sweetheart, you're safe. You're on Avelora." I said, caressing her hair. "You are home" I repeated. I didn't want her to panic. "I'm not going to hurt you" I stated. "I promise" It seemed to help her, and she calmed down. She was still crying, however. I was wondering why the doctors were taking so long to come over.
"I died" she sighed, her voice hoarse. She was finally able to turn her head. She looked at me. I gave her a sorry look, to show her that I knew. "Who are you?" she then asked.
"I'm Ahmed Ameen." I introduced myself. She gasped and then her lip quivered.
"You're my dad" she cried. She looked so vulnerable. It was like she was 5 years old again. I smiled softly at her, caressing her hair again. I wanted to take her place so badly. Take away all the hurt and pain she was feeling. Hating the fact that this wasn't the last bit of pain she was going to experience. Things were only going to get worse.
"Yeah, I am" My voice broke. "I've been looking for you for so long" I cried, I looked down at her my heart bursting out of my chest with happiness.
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"Thank you for finding me," she said with a soft smile, her eyes still filled with tears. before I could say anything, the doctors finally walked in. I quickly wiped the tears from my face.
"Your majesty," the doctor said. I stood there with my back to him. I didn't want them to see that I had been crying. "What's going on?" he asked. "Her majesty told us that the princess has woken up" he stated. I noticed I was blocking his view so he couldn't see that my beautiful daughter had woken up. So, I stepped aside revealing her face. The doctor gasped for air. "Oh dear" he ran up to her and I quickly stepped aside and hid.
Amina caught on quickly and hid my face from everyone in the room. "She can't move her arms and legs. Find out what's going on" I informed him. Amina looked at me, a soft smile as she grabbed my hand. "She's going to be okay" she tried to reassure me. "I'm sorry that I didn't believe you" She looked at me, her face guilt-ridden.
I smiled at her. "It's okay." I wrapped my arm around her and pulled me closer to my chest. "I have my daughter back. Nothing will hurt me now" I said. "I have everything I've been looking for" I smiled down at her and went in to kiss her.
