Chapter 4 - The broken girl’s mother and her magic
Wait, wait, wait, mother. What do you mean by training me in magic?
I look at my mother with my mind going awry, trying to make sense of what she just told me. It takes me a bit before I manage to formulate a phrase.
"Mom. You said you’ll be training me. Are you able to use magic?"
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POV: Lillian Annes
Looking at Aurea’s face reminds me of my own younger self. I’m happy that she shares the same passion about magic that I had back then, when the world was a happy place.
It’s been so long. How many years have I been in this den, forgotten by the world? I look at the calendar on the wall and remember, five years. It’s weird how quickly we get used to new situations.
In any case, I’m glad Aurea looks so much like me. It would have been a pain if she had taken from her father, the Duke. He’s the only one who uses me while I’m here. I don’t know if he paid for exclusive rights or something, that disgusting man. He is the one responsible for me being here, after he usurp-...
"Mom? Are you okay?"
I snap back to my present. My little daughter is right in front of me, the whole meaning of my life now.
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