I saw my mother, she looked vibrant, laughing, holding me in her arms as if I were the most precious thing in existence. And then her laughter quiet down as a shadow fell on her. She ran desperate, chased, her scream swallowed by the wind. Her death had been swift, cruel, deliberate. The edge of betrayal cut deep, and I understood the weight of what had been stolen from me.And then my father. A man I had never truly seen properly, eyes hard but kind, standing over the remnants of a life that had been torn apart. I felt his absence as a presence, a void shaping everything. The first time I realized the gravity of the blood that ran in me, I understood that I carried more than lineage. I carried memory, history, vengeance, and hope.The spring responded to that. To me. To everything I was, and everything I had lost.I sank deeper into the water, letting it swirl around me, letting the light consume the edges of the spring. Each movement, each breath, seemed to bind me cl
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