“Mom?”
“Are you alright?” Fae Aurora came closer, inspecting my hand with a hint of concern. It bore a slight blister from the salt that had been hurled onto my forearm.
Fae Aurora’s sudden creation of an eerie green light, aimed at my arm, elicited a frown from me, accompanied by the chilling touch of a cold wind against my skin.
“Is there pain?” Timothee inquired, moving closer with caution to inspect the state of my hand.
“It stings and itches,” I exhaled slowly.
“It will be alright, dear,” Fae Aurora’s gentle touch graced my cheek. “Shall we return? A grand feast awaits our presence.”
Reluctantly, I eventually followed them back to the orphanage.
“Mommy!” Asher’s voice trembled as his eyes met mine, a mix of fear and confusion in his gaze. “What’s wrong, Mommy?”
A faint smile g
