Orchestrate to Fytó

Chapter 1

"And suddenly, you just know it's time to start something new and trust the magic of beginning."

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The sun stays perfectly still at the never rotating globe, dividing the places into three different eternities. It peaks through the horizon of the Land of Dawn, shining a beautiful orange glint. It is the place between the Night and Day where you can admire the beauty of a sunset whenever you please. The orange glow of the sun rays filtered the area and temperature fight between cold and warm-the land of hope where Axiea Aribell Xenon was born.

Ethopia is the most prosperous city of the Land of Dawn, where the most wealthy and noble families live, that is where the Xenon family resides. Years back, the family's Lady is suffering from an incurable ailment, and her husband is distressed with what to do, deeming the fact that they are expecting a child.

The Land of Dawn's portrait was bright and merry, yet that luminous expression ends with the Xenon residence's gate. Everyone was troubled by the Lady's condition, and the atmosphere was grim. The colors seem dull. They tried everything to fight away the illness, but no solution appears to show.

Lord Xenon called over his long friend, who was a potioneer. He was their last and only hope. The potioneer was no best, but he holds a secret herb passed down through their family of potioneer. They were waiting for his return, and as time drops, it fell and add up to the water of unease.

Finally, the time he comes. As the Potioneer enters the residence, he was greeted by the Xenon's Lord with a distressed look. He was then shortly guided to a room he can create the potion. Hours passed, and the medicine was now complete. It took longer from the boiling and brewing of herbs, mixing of drops of elixirs. The Lord was oblivious of what he was doing but kept his trust. He can do nothing for failure will do the same as doing nothing and let her die.

"Can't you finish it any sooner?" he asked jittery while he fidgets perturbed as he waits.

"No can do. So, please settle your ass back there in the corner." He doesn't so much as glance at him and remains focused at his work. He clutched a bottle out of his pouch, which has a strange-looking herb inside. The Potioneer boiled it along with the substance, which he then transfers to a container. Steam rises from inside the bottle with violet-colored liquid inside, which then turned to green as he slowly swirls the bottle on his hand. Relief came to the Lord's face, but he knows that it's only half before his wife's undoubtedly recovered.

The potion has delivered to Lady Xenon's quarters, which then she drank to its last drop. The noblewoman was looking pale and weak. It takes enormous efforts for her every breath, and her eyes are indisposed, but she still put on a smile for her husband. Her sight tore the nobleman's heart as he waits patiently whether the potion took effect. His friend, the potioneer, was behind him while also waiting for her recovery. He was confident it would work. The room is silent, and the ticking clock sounds very loud and slow before they saw a successful outcome. It was like a work of magic or wizard as they saw her pale face instantly gain color. Her once bleach lips returned to its healthy natural red.

The servants, butlers, and maids in the room were surprised and have overcome with glee, and so was their Lord. The potioneer's worry fades, and the event pleasured his pride. His mind circle around the thoughts of achievement and fame he will obtain, but he hid it all behind his mind. The potioneer left the festive residence of Xenon and received a feat in return.

Months passed by, and the birth of a new offspring came. They were expecting one child, but they were astonished when they got twins. Their quarters filled with hollers of joy and cries of the newborn twin. But no later than after they celebrated, Axiea stopped breathing and was declared dead. Everyone was stunned, and the couple mourned for their lost child. Axiea's death was kept secret from the public, and only limited people know about her. She then lay at the Xenon clan's tomb located in the middle of the woods, where their late ancestors laid to rest.

Later in the evening time after her burial, her heart pumped and sent powerful blood throughout her veins. The body of the young child gains life once again, which was pale moments ago as she resurrected by the magic given to her. Young Axiea gasped her first breath, and eyes shot open, only to find herself alone inside a chilly, dark tomb. She cried as fear enveloped her in the pitch black lonely place, and the only thing that glimmer was the flicker of her now green left eye.

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©Credits to kaeiaev for editing the photo.