AL\u00a0<\/p>\n
A Light in the Darkness\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alessanden heid Abel\u2019s hand wondering when she would wake up. Just a day ago, everything seemed fine he pondered when it had all gone wrong. He caressed her face with his gloves, fearing that touching her dearly might make her condition worse\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAw, please wake up. I promised to show you many beautiful places in my kingdom.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Alessandro had pleaded for her to awaken more times than he could remember, but she remained asleep, lost in that deep slumber with no sign of waking\u00a0<\/p>\n
Abril didn\u2019t know if she was awake or if what she was experiencing was a dream. She found herself in the middle of nowhere, in an empty space filled with darkness, a darkness as thick as ink where nothing could be seen. She was the only point of light in that place, her body emitting a faint glow, allowing her to see every part of herself perfectly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She walked aimlessly through the darkness, searching for an exit, but there seemed to be none. Despite this, she did not give up and kept walking. Suddenly, in the midst of that darkness, she saw a small point of light. She followed it for what seemed like hours until she felt tired and stopped abruptly, wondering why she was following that light.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing that she was no longer following, the light stopped and approached Abril, as if encouraging her to continue. Abril resumed following it until she found a door. She hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to open it or not, but the light encouraged her to do so.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Upon opening the door, a brilliant and blinding light shone, erasing the infinite darkness. Abril blinked several times to adjust her vision to the light and was surprised to see in front of her a beautiful valley full of flowers. She could feel the softness of the grass under her feet, smell the sweet aroma of the flowers, and feel the warmth of the sun\u2019s rays on her skin. She wondered, \u201cIs this real?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A voice behind her answered, \u201cIt is, and yet it isn\u2019t.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Abril turned around, wanting to know who owned that sweet and melodious voice speaking to her. A beautiful woman with bright blonde hair, like threads of gold, stood before her. The woman was stunning, with delicate features and lips as red as mistletoe. But what caught Abril\u2019s attention the most were her eyes; they were golden, just like hers.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWho are you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou already know who I am, my little one. I have always been with you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Abril knew deep down. She had never seen a portrait of her mother, but without a doubt, this woman was her mother.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/4\u00a0<\/p>\n
A Light in the Darkness:\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMom?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The woman gave her a sweet smile and extended her arms towards her, giving her a warm\u00a0<\/p>\n
embrace.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, my little one, I am your mother.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Abril returned the embrace. Although it was the first time she saw this woman, she felt as if she had finally come home after a long journey, as if all the problems and difficulties up to that moment had completely disappeared.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Abril stayed in her mother\u2019s arms, enjoying the warmth of her embrace, the gentle caress as she touched her reddish hair, and the sweet voice that spoke words of affection.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMy little morning light, my beautiful light, how much you have grown, you have become a beautiful woman.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAm I dreaming?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes and no. Your soul has left your body and is in between the two worlds, the physical and the spiritual.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAm I dead?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Abril\u2019s mother smiled sweetly and answered with a smile, \u201cNo, my little one, your body is just sleeping. When your soul returns to your body, you will wake up.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy am I here?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI brought you to this place. I made your physical and spiritual bodies separate.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause your magic was overflowing.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t have magic.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course you do, you just didn\u2019t know it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI have gone to the temple to verify magic twice; I do not possess magic.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course you do, it\u2019s just that your magic is ancient and pure. No artifact could detect your power.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I have never felt my magic.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s because I blocked your magic when you were born.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
in the flarkness\u00a0<\/p>\n
Abril\u2019s mother caressed her face and said, \u201cI couldn\u2019t let your father use you as a tool. He is\u00a0<\/p>\n
you had no not a good man, something dark and twisted hides within him. He had to think magic; it was the only way he would let you go, so you could escape him.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, what is my magic?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The power to heal, you are light in the midst of darkness, you are hope, something any king would desire to possess.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Abril remembered that Alessandro had insisted she start studying magic. He had been very firm about it, no matter how much she kicked, cried, and complained, he did not change his mind. She wondered if he already knew.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy is my magic overflowing?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI placed several seals on you, the first one has broken. At this moment, you have no control over it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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