Chapter 2
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**Flashback...**
*Layla's Point of View*
"Isabella... Isabella... Isa..." I kept calling her name, but there was no response. I stepped out of the house and into the garden, and there she was, Isabella, my little one. A warm smile crept across my face as I approached her.
"Isabella, young lady, I kept calling your name, but you didn't answer me," I chided playfully.
She turned to face me, grinning widely. I couldn't help but chuckle. I was about to reprimand her when something peculiar caught my eye.
"What do you have in your hands, Isabella?" I inquired.
"A flower," she replied.
"Yes, it's a flower," I acknowledged, but something was off about it. The flower in her hand was burnt, and that puzzled me. Did Isabella burn this flower herself? If she did, what did it mean?
Various thoughts raced through my mind, but I decided to approach this with reason.
"Isabella," I called out gently.
"Yes, Mama," she replied.
I continued, "Do you mind showing me where you got that flower from?"
"Uh-huh," she nodded, and with her tiny hands, she took mine and led me to where she had found the flower. I watched with a smile as she took the lead.
Isabella guided me to the garden in our backyard, where fresh, vibrant flowers bloomed. However, they were nothing like the burnt one she held in her hand.
"How did you get this one?" I pointed to the flower in her hand.
Isabella reached for another flower and plucked it. But this time, instead of handing it to me, she set it ablaze, reducing it to ashes.
She appeared just as astonished as I was. It was clear that she had never done this before.
My eyes widened in a mixture of horror and fascination.
"Anderson... Anderson... honey, please come out quickly!" I could barely contain my emotions as I called for my husband.
He appeared almost immediately, concern etched on his face.
"My love, what's wrong?" Anderson inquired.
"She has unlocked it," I responded almost immediately.
Anderson was as surprised as I was. He paused for a moment, then turned to Isabella, scooping her into his arms.
"Are you responsible for this, little pumpkin?" he asked, referring to the burnt flower.
"Yes," Isabella giggled as she showed him the flower in her hand.
"Why don't you go inside, Isa? Your Mama and I want to check something," he suggested.
Without hesitation, Isabella jumped down from her father's arms and ran inside the house.
Anderson's smiling face suddenly turned serious as he shared his concerns.
"I didn't expect her to unlock it so quickly. She's barely three years old. This is not looking good. They could come for us soon, once they discover she is special. This is not looking good at all. I don't know if you understand what I'm saying, Layla..."
Anderson continued to express his fears, panic evident on his handsome face. I gently placed my hand on his shoulder and spoke in a soft voice.
"Honey, calm down. We'll teach her everything she needs to know before that time. She may be young, but she's a really smart child, and I'm sure she'll learn very fast, just like her father," I reassured him.
He smiled and looked at me with a depth of love for our family.
"But she's so young," he expressed his worry.
"Yes, she is, but you were six when you unlocked your supernatural abilities."
He sighed.
"It feels like yesterday when we gave birth to her," he murmured.
My thoughts drifted back to the day we welcomed Isabella into the world and how quickly she had grown. She was our precious gem, and we were willing to do anything to protect her.
"It'll be fine," I said, hugging him tightly.
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She was so tiny, that I watched her while she slept peacefully.
She's beautiful....my little one.
I felt different emotions at the moment, but most of all I felt sad because I knew she would go through a lot
"her supernatural gifts are extraordinary"
Those were the words of the soothsayer and he's never wrong.
I could hear footsteps drawing closer to the room and they sounded just like Andersons'.
The door opened and Anderson stepped in. I could see the excitement on his face. He came to my bedside and gave me a peck on the forehead.
"Thank you" he whispered to me.
He acknowledged the midwife and his eyes averted to our baby. His features softened.
I handed our baby over to him. As if sensing his presence, she opened her eyes.
Anderson's eyes widened and I chuckled, I knew why he was surprised, she had emerald-green eyes just like his but hers shone more brightly.
"She has my eyes and she took your features" he acknowledged.
He paused and stared into space, then a smile crept its way to his face
"Isa...Isabella, that will be her name."
I nodded my head in response.
"The name is beautiful, I love it. Also, the soothsayer said she's a special one" came my reply, my eyes heavy with sleep.
He nodded his head in response.
"You need to get some sleep," the midwife informed me.
I didn't argue, I simply closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep with a smile plastered on my face.
**End of Chapter 2**
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