Sofia The First Mystic Meadows Novels & Stories

Sofia asked, her voice trembling with emotion. This place… it is close to the veil, her mother’s spirit explained gently. And Lyra’s pull, combined with the ancient energy stirring because of you… it created a path, just for a moment. Her smile faltered slightly. This is… a final meeting, my love. I cannot stay long. A pang of sorrow pierced through Sofia. A final meeting. But there were so many questions… about the past, about the 'curse,' about The Hollow Order, about the terrifying identity she had just inhabited.

Zayn caught my eye for a brief second, but I quickly looked away, determined not to let him get under my skin again today. Seven, the ever-observant second-in-command, nodded in my direction as I approached. Seleira stood beside him, her arms crossed, eyes scanning the group with her usual sharp focus. I took a deep breath and started stretching, doing my best to avoid eye contact with Zayn. The last thing I needed was another pointless exchange with him. "Oh, the princess is back." I caught whispers from my side. They were trying to keep it low, but did they forget we had supersonic hearing? Or were they just stupid?

And she had been so disappointed. But then she desperately did something that she did not think would work. But again, she had been desperate. She had offered up her firstborn as a sacrifice to the Oracle. This meant that the first child she would have would die as an offering to the Goddess. But she would not know at what age. This had quickly been accepted, and smoke had risen from the white stone, a sign that her prayer had been accepted. She had come back to Malek being awake, and even though the guy was up, he had no control over her mind.

Even Theo, walking me to lunch, his hand brushing mine, couldn’t cut through the noise. Because beneath it all, that message pulsed in my pocket like a second heartbeat: Meet me tonight. By the time the sun dipped low, staining the sky orange and bruised purple, my decision hadn’t been made—yet somehow, my feet carried me anyway. --- Theo noticed first. We were in the library, books spread between us, his leg pressed warm against mine beneath the table. He looked up from his notes, eyes narrowing. “You’re restless.” I froze, my fingers tapping the edge of a page. “Just tired.”

The ground was a blur beneath me, the scents of pine and earth sharp in my nose. When I reached the clearing, relief coursed through me at the sight of them. Lyra stood near the edge of the stream, her stance relaxed but alert. Sofia was beside her, her snow-white fur glowing under the moonlight, a stark contrast to the shadows around her. They hadn’t noticed me yet. I stayed hidden, watching as Sofia moved cautiously through the clearing. Her movements were hesitant, but there was a newfound strength in them, a confidence that hadn’t been there before.

"It’s beautiful, Mia. Is that the fountain?" "It’s the fountain," she said, her voice growing a tiny bit stronger. "But the water is gold in my drawing. Because that’s where the secrets are hidden." I felt a sharp, sweet ache in my chest. "I think you’re right." The peace was shattered by the heavy, rhythmic clack of heels on marble. The double doors swung open, and Sofia, a junior maid with a permanent sneer and a reputation for being the eyes and ears of the head housekeeper, marched in. She was carrying a tray with a bowl of cold-looking oatmeal and a glass of lukewarm water.

Because her tears are already flowing, she doesn't know that the goddess is just boasting and annoying her. Rhodia has annoyed the goddess with her presence, plus her impolite attitude. She wandered aimlessly, searching with the scent of Burdak everywhere. She followed the direction of a randomly dropped tree.. she is looking for a different path from the path she walked earlier. The day is getting hot, the sun is already above her…and sweat has started to trickle down her forehead, several times Sofia has asked her to change…to make her journey faster. Sofia is also already uncomfortable with her condition like this...hot from the air and emotions. All the words of the goddess have made the

Chapter 7 Sofia Xanders ~ After I came out of the portal, I found myself lost. One thing was sure and that was the fact that I am in a land that I’ve never been to before. Everything was so strange-looking. I held the child in my arms walking aimlessly down the roads. “Hello! Excuse me? Are you lost?” a lady asked seeing Sofia and the young infant in her arms walking aimlessly about the city dressed awkwardly. “Ye… Yes… I … Am.” Sofia replied walking to meet the lady.

She looked sincere. My eyes moved to my dress. It would be embarrassing to return in that dress. “Fine. You don’t need to pull me, P. I can walk by myself.” “Fine!” She puffed, leading the way. Fortunately, we didn’t pass the place I had been running from, instead she took a turn leading to a quieter place in the castle. But the more she took a turn, the more familiar the place looked. I frowned at the paintings on the floor. This was the forbidden zone the guard had told us when I had first come over here.

"Why do I keep thinking of her? I was about to shut her out of my mind when I remembered how pretty her smile was. And as I did that, it started to rain out of the blue, and the voices went away. Sofiya was sitting on the back of my wolf when I opened my eyes. She looks like an African queen goddess. Her bottoms were made just right for the back of my wolf. She just smiled at me, but didn't show me her teeth. Her dimples added to the beauty of her smile. She stuck out her hand and told me to come to her.