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Tale Eleven : Auxiliary

The historic boarding school was perched on a hill, its stone walls echoing secrets from centuries past. Tara, a shy girl who enjoys mystery novels, has recently moved there. Her lone friend was Tia, a loving German Shepherd. The dog's eyes had a knowing glitter, as if she knew more than any other creature should.

One rainy night, Tara sat in her dimly lit dorm room, studying over her textbooks. The wind howled outside, rattling the window glass. Suddenly, the lights flickered and went out. Panic rushed through her veins. She fumbled for her phone, which was dead. The blackness surrounded her.

That's when she heard it: a tiny whisper, barely discernible. "Fear not, Tara."

Tara froze. Who was present? She strained her eyes, but the room remained completely black. Tia, sensing her distress, nudged her hand. The whisper came back, closer this time. "Trust me."

The room became brighter, like if a thousand fireflies danced about her. Tara blinked and saw a shadowy figure standing in the corner. It had no distinguishing traits, only an outline—an ethereal presence.

"Who are you?" Tara stammered.

The creature moved forward, revealing a face wrapped in mist. "Your protector," it answered. "I've watched over you since you arrived."

"Why?" Tara's voice quivered.

"Because you are exceptional, Tara. You have a gift—the ability to see through the curtain. But danger looms. Trust Tia; she will guide you.

Before Tara could ask any more questions, the stranger vanished. The lights flickered back on, and Tia wagged her tail, as if to validate what Tara had just seen.

Tara looked into the school's history. She learnt that a holy angel named Beza had visited this location some decades ago. Beza's presence had made an unforgettable impression. Could the mysterious assistance be linked to Beza's cosmic mission?

Tia led Tara to secret corridors, strange symbols, and forgotten journals. Each clue referred to Beza's legacy. The whispers persisted, encouraging Tara forward. She put together the puzzle. Even in her earthly body, Beza had served as a messenger of hope.

Tara's relationship with Tia grew stronger over time. The dog appeared to comprehend her thoughts and guided her towards danger or safety. They unearthed secrets hidden beneath the school's chilly stones.

Tara discovered Beza's old journal in the abandoned basement, which served as the missing link. Its pages portrayed Beza's compassion, healing touch, and the wonders she was said to have performed. Beza's divine spirit had lingered, searching for someone fit to carry out her purpose.

Tara confronted Tia, tears running down her cheeks. "You were there, right? You helped Beza's spirit find peace. You have been protecting me because I remind you of her."

Tia's eyes were warm. She nudged Tara's journal, coaxing her to read the final entry. Beza had written, "My loyal Tia, guide those who can see. Continue my work.

Tara promised to honour Beza's memory. She followed Tia to the cliff that overlooks the sea. She felt Beza's presence, a gentle breeze singing gratitude.

Tara has never forgotten Tia's sacrifice. She became a healer, treating both physical and spiritual wounds. Tia's murmurs guided her, and together they comforted troubled spirits.

So, on moonlit nights, when the wind whispered secrets through the trees, Tara would pet Tia on the head and say,"Thank you, my heavenly auxiliar."

Note: The true nature of Tia's talents remains a mystery, yet there is a belief that she was once a guardian spirit, motivated by love and loyalty. However, dear readers, I hold the belief that God provides us with guardians to protect us in every possible way.

~The End~

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