Golden Melody

Chapter 145

Chapter 145

Wayne Memorial Hospital — Room 001

Sarah was sitting by the hospital window when a light tap landed on her shoulder.

She turned—and froze.

Miexha stood behind her, eyes glowing faintly green.

Sarah covered her mouth, trembling.

“Miexha… my child… No... Mother...”

Tears spilled freely down her cheeks with relief.

But 'Miexha' expression dimmed. She turned toward the sunlight filtering through the curtains.

“I cannot help with the war that burns across your Earth,” she said softly.

Sarah rose to her feet.

“Then what will you do?”

The 'Miexha' eyes softened, her voice heavy with centuries of memory.

“I will... reopen the path to Gruel.”

Sarah nodded slowly.

“If Earth falls,” she whispered,
“at least our children will have somewhere to return to.”

The Queen smiled, faint and bittersweet.

“You’ve always been my strongest child.”

Then her gaze darkened.

“You won’t survive this war, Sarah.”

Sarah didn’t flinch. Her tears shimmered in the pale light.

“I know. Mother.”

The Queen’s lips curved into a small, mournful smile.

Sarah’s voice broke.

“Thank you… for keeping my baby alive.”

The Queen smiled one last time.

Then, the green light around her began to fade.

Miexha’s body went still.

The world returned to Miexha in fragments.

First, the sound — a slow, rhythmic beep... beep... beep...

And then the pain.

It lingered in her bones... as if her body had walked across centuries before collapsing into this fragile moment.

Her fingers twitched against the stiff hospital sheets.

Her eyelids fluttered.

Light spilled in.

She was lying in a hospital bed.

The ceiling above her was white, too white... almost unreal.

For a moment, she did not remember how to breathe.

Then she heard it—
soft crying.

Her gaze drifted to the side.

"My child..." Sarah whispered, voice breaking into pieces.
"You came back... you came back to me..."

Miexha's lips parted.

Her voice barely existed.

"Ma... Ma..."

The word escaped like something fragile, newly born.

Sarah gasped softly, pressing trembling fingers to her daughter's cheek, as though memorizing every inch of her face.