Long ago
In ancient times
A girl was granted
A gift from the stars
The gift of sight
Of wisdom
Of telling
She entertained the rich
And brought hope to the poor
As the time went by
As her mortal body rot
The gift lives on
In the hearts of her descendants
The figures of flame had long dissipated, and the story had come to an end, but the child held her gaze at the gentle fire. The light from the flame illuminated the hints of gold and silver in her blue eyes.
"How did you do that, Ma?" She asked, her voice filled with curiosity and awe.
"You will learn someday, my child." She reached out and caressed the cheek of the child sitting across the fire.
"When?" The child asked again.
"When you are ready, my dear. Now, time for bed." She stood up and carried the child to her bed. As she lay her down, she gently patted her head, her soft golden locks soothing to her touch.
"Goodnight, Ma." The child said.
"Goodnight, Lumina."
Lumina, Child of Light.
The curse can never be broken, nor can it be avoided. Unending loneliness is inevitable to those who are the descendants of Rimorra. She has survived, even in her current state, but she knew that one day her child would suffer the same fate.
She fervently prayed to the stars, that they may smile upon her and favour her. And forever keep her safe.
She bent down and kissed her on the forehead.
May the stars guide you and protect you.
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Storyteller
Fantasy"People don't realise, but it takes a lot of imagination to tell a story. And it also takes a lot of magic." All her life, Lumina had been told that the rare storytelling magic she wields is nothing but useless and unimportant - a mere tool for ente...
