During her first few days in the forest, Miranda used to go by the creek to weep. She might have wanted to run away, but she was a child who still needed her mother and the rest of her family.
Her beautiful new mother did not understand why she cried. She would sometimes glamor the underground into a beautiful palace, with everything a little girl could hope for. However, it was not enough.
The palace Miranda used to live in might not be as grand as others like it in the continent, but her family was there with her. Yes, it was the same family that had very few good things to say about her – but it was the family that she grew up with.
“Why are you not happy? Just ask for something, and I will give you what you want,” Erishkigal had almost begged the listless girl.
“I miss my mothe
