Alethea is a kind-hearted girl carrying the weight of the Magic Dimension on her shoulders. Read as she tries to find her place in a world full of chaos, while she herself is anything but. Adjusting to a life filled with danger when all she wants is...
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Alethea's POV:
"Are you excited about our big show tomorrow night?" Aisha asked, her bright eyes sparkling with anticipation as she sat on the edge of Musa's bed.
I leaned back against the soft pillows, soaking in the warm, cozy atmosphere of the room. The walls were adorned with posters of famous musicians, and a gentle melody played in the background. Today, an unusual heaviness lingered in the air. Musa had planned this concert for weeks, and while I could see her initial excitement, something seemed to cloud her spirit. The joy that usually lit her face had dimmed, replaced by a shadow of sadness.
"I'm really excited!" I nudged Musa playfully, hoping to brighten her mood.
Musa managed a small smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "I guess..." Despite her reluctance, my enthusiasm seemed to lift her spirits slightly. "You should sing something too, Alethea."
I hummed thoughtfully, memories flooding my mind of the lullabies my mother used to sing. There was one particular song, filled with warmth and love, that she would croon to my siblings and me whenever we felt down. "I don't know if that's a good idea..."
Aisha frowned, her expression firm. "What do you mean, 'you guess'?" She turned to Musa, disappointment clear on her face. "It's going to be awesome, Musa! You're going to rock Red Fountain."
"Maybe I'm just nervous," Musa shrugged, her gaze drifting to the floor. Aisha and I exchanged concerned looks.
"You don't have to be nervous," Aisha insisted, her voice brimming with encouragement. She turned on the radio, filling the room with lively beats, and began to show Musa some dance moves. "This is my dance!"
Musa chuckled lightly, "You've got that kind of old-world dance fusion going on."
Aisha beamed at the compliment. "I used to sneak out of my palace and learn these dances from street performers."
"Street performers?" I raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"Yeah," Musa added with a teasing tone. "I bet your prim and proper parents loved that."
"Right!" Aisha scoffed, and we all erupted into laughter, the earlier tension lifting momentarily.
Later, we met up with Stella and made our way to Red Fountain, the venue for the concert. As we arrived, the vibrant energy of the place enveloped us, but I could still sense Musa's uncertainty lingering.
"I'm thinking of doing this one," Musa announced, her voice rising as she began to sing. I felt myself getting lost in the melody, her voice weaving a spell of beauty that made the world around us fade away. Just as I was about to join in, a harsh voice cut through the moment.
