What? I thought you said my mom is alive...
She is Victoria, he said as we walked through the thick forest. Sunlight filtered through the branches, casting golden spots on the moss and roots.
The smell of damp earth, pine, and wildflowers filled the air. Birds sang all around us, and the sound of a nearby stream mixed with our footsteps on the soft leaves. Your mother loves you in her own way...
I stopped. Dad, tell me the truth. You’re trying to make it sound better than it is.
She thinks you’re cursed and you’ll bring destruction. That’s the reason I won’t let her near you anymore.
I was afraid she might hurt you. But Drystan looked after you, and I’ll always be grateful to him for that.
Tears started to fall. Why does Mom think I’m cursed?
You were born on a total eclipse of th
