Chapter Three: The song in the Wind
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Chapter Three: The Song in the Wind
One evening, as twilight painted the sky with streaks of orange and purple, Obba sat on the hill that overlooked Bigalo. She was alone, as usual. But tonight, something strange stirred in the air.
A breeze picked up, warm and wild, and it carried with it a faint melody—a tune she didn’t know but somehow remembered. It curled around her ears, teasing, pulling.
She hummed it back. The wind stilled.
Then it responded. It really became interesting.
It was like a duet. The wind whistled a note, Obba followed. Her beautiful voice found harmonies she’d never known. Grass shivered. Leaves danced. The small stream below the hill shimmered, as if reflecting not just the sky but her song.
She didn’t tell anyone. Not her parents. Not Grandma Rose. Not even Sun and Tue, who sometimes smiled kindly at her. This was because she feared that they may think that there's something wrong with her.
But deep inside, something unfurled— questions.
Was this magic?
Am I in my right senses?
Am I dreaming?
At a moment she experienced mixed feeling of happiness and anxiety. Happy that she might be special, anxious that she might be wiered.
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