WALPURGIA ✔️

Chapter 49 - Shouldn't you be dead?

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The last knot was complete.

With teary eyes, I stepped back to look at the Tree of Life.

It was glowing brightly, in all colours of the spectrum.

My knots were firm, not budging.

"Beautiful", I whispered, then dropped on the floor.

Baldwin was the first thing I saw.

Then Esme, who offered me her pancakes. "Eat up, mummy! You will feel better!"
I noticed I was lying on the couch in the living room.
Baldwin's eyes laid on me.
"Thank you, my dear", I weakly told her, taking her hand.

"Go and get your mama some water", Baldwin stroke her black curls and Esme was off.

"Did you overdo yourself?"
"It was the spells fault, not Genevieve's", I leaned more into the pillow. "Let me rest today and we'll go back home tomorrow."

I slept through the entire day, exhausted.

First thing in the morning, Baldwin woke me up.

The sun hadn't even risen yet.

We waited until it did, watching it together.

Then we woke Esme up.

Baldwin held her in his arm.

"What should I do?"
"Just hold onto me tightly. When I say now, just lift your leg."

"Like back then", Baldwin kissed Esme's cheek, who in turn grunted disappointedly we had woken her up this early.

"With knot of one, the spell's begun."

The cords intertwined in a beautiful pattern wove on by itself.

The Tree of Life took its shape.

The leaves appeared first, then the branches which turned into the stems.

All we had to do was lift our leg.

With a gentle goodbye, we left the past behind.

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I had been too exhausted to do this trip at once – I hoped Baldwin would understand.

I started flying down. Baldwin gripped me more tightly. Esme looked up.

"Where are we headed?", Esme asked who watched the colours around us in fascination.

"We are taking a short break", I told her, dropping to my knees.

Baldwin caught me.

"It can't be!", the person with the shaky voice caught me.

The notes. The warmth. The caring touch. The carpet with our family sign spread on it. The crispy aura in the air.

Perplexed, I froze on the spot.

"It really is you!", my father's unmistakable voice sounded next. He wasn't perplexed at all, that seer.
Esme nuzzled nervously into my feet.