Winx // -Hestia
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- Partes 2
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Última publicación mié, dic 6, 2023
Rumeria the Prophecy Fairy stood up quickly, smiled at me and took a few steps backwards. I ran after her to hug her again, "Mommy, don't leave me. Please mom!" but she was already gone. I fell to my knees, feeling several emotions at once: despair, loneliness, anger, hatred and sadness. I dug my fingers into the fresh grass, the green grass accompanying my pain. The wind was blowing fiercely as hot salty tears rolled down my cheeks. I had never felt so lost before.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖𐀔 .𖥔 ݁ ˖
"Their stay didn't last long. At least for the mother." I could feel Valtor's voice in my mind, deep and manipulative, coming from everywhere.
"Shut up, I don't want to hear any more!" Anger took over my body as the memories flashed before my eyes like a movie. I was sure that dark energy was sneaking through my veins and I was like a bomb ready to explode. My eyes flashed, I created a ball of intense dark energy between my hands. Flapping my wings, I flew higher and threw the ball of dark energy at him.
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