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She shook her head slightly as her gaze darted towards the chart once again – trying to read it line by line. Suddenly, it occurs to her. She had already heard this notable poetry before. ***FLASHBACK… “Mom, I don’t really understand this poem that you’ve given me…” Tamara – on her seventh-grade self – pouted in deep annoyance as she frustratedly scratched the side of her neck. She couldn’t uncover the word that her mother asked her to find based on the poem that she gave her. Her mother put down the scarf that she was knitting and removed her eyeglasses.

I stumbled, falling to the cold floor, my hands scraping against the hard surface. “We’re not done talking,” he said coldly. I swallowed hard, pushing myself up, but my body felt weak. I could feel the familiar sense of dread creeping up my spine. “Ella is my twin,” I muttered, forcing the words out. “I would never do anything to hurt her.” But I knew it didn’t matter what I said. They had already made up their minds. They believed whatever they wanted to believe. My mother’s eyes burned with fury. “Did you forget what you did when you were younger?” she screamed.

"And that's all that matters. We were lost in the happy moment until Lovette’s phone rang, disrupting the peace. She answered the call, and immediately started crying. Something must have happened “What’s wrong?” I asked her. I could feel the fear and worry in her words. I took her in my arms and tried to comfort her, but she was inconsolable. “I just got off the phone with Gabriel” her voice shook as she spoke. “Is he okay?” "Ralph, my mother has been kidnapped." Lovette was now crying so hard that she could hardly speak.

The woman took a few steps forward, moving forward. I followed her, crossed an intersection, turned left, and looked into the crimson curtain. My heart skipped a beat; I smelled a familiar scent; no matter how far away, it was unmistakable. "Mommy…" I choked, looking at the woman's figure disappearing behind the curtain. My mother heard my voice, agitated to her feet, but she was quickly restrained by two soldiers on either side, accompanied by a gentle masculine voice. "Mom, calm down a bit. We will see Orabella soon."

Her voice was soft and comforting as she replied, "You know why we can't be together, Effa." Effa's voice quivered with emotion as she confessed, "I can't remember." A deep sadness lingered in her mother's eyes as she whispered, her words carrying the weight of a profound mystery, "You must remember, Effa, because there is someone you need to save so that you can keep seeing me." With those cryptic words hanging in the air, her mother gently disengaged from the embrace, her form slowly dissolving like morning mist in the rising sun. Effa reached out desperately, her voice a fervent plea, "Mom, take me along!"

Gently threading my fingers through my mother's hair, I tenderly swept the silver strands from her weary features. "Mother," I whispered, the weight of my vow tethering each word to the air, "I promise you, with every shred of my being, I'll find Crystal and bring her back to us, breathing, living. Alright? Just... trust me, please. I've got a plan, a real one, but you're better off not knowing the edges of it—it's safer that way." With a swift motion, my mother sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Mirroring her, I struggled to follow, pushing down hard with my hands to find leverage against the bed frame, my pregnant belly forcing me to muster extra strength just to lift myse

"I'm making us a home." ### The Final Rewrite I stood up, holding the obsidian shard high. "You want the Flame, Mother?" I shouted, my voice echoing off the ruins. "Come and get it! But you have to take all of it! Every bit of the grief! Every bit of the rejection! Every bit of the *human* you tried to delete!" The Mother’s eyes widened, the violet abyss within them swirling with a sudden, greedy hunger. "Yes. Give it to me, child. End the cycle."

Marcelo uttered, sighing. Junior walked up to his mother and hugged her. “I’m sorry, Mama. I’ll make sure to attend the mass next Sunday.” The woman let out a deep sigh and pulled off her son, her face softened. “Let me see your face. Does it hurt?” She touched the bruise, and Junior hissed. “Gabi, bring me the first aid kit.” She ordered. “Yes, ma’am,” replied the maid. “Mama, I’m fine.” He protested, but a glare from her mother made him not say anything further.

"Son, I'm your mother. I only want what's best for you and your future. I can't bear to see you suffer because of that woman. Trust me, son, I know what's right for you." He clenched his fists, couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story than met the eye. His mother's words, though laced with concern, felt like calculated manipulation. "I appreciate your concern, but I need to find the truth on my own. I won't abandon Tessa without understanding the whole picture." Mrs. Reign, realizing her attempts weren't yielding the desired results, softened her tone. "Son, I love you. I just don't want to see you hurt. Think about it, my dear. I'll be here for you, no matter what."

My mother’s eyes met mine, tears streaming down her face. “My son… Alpha… you’ve grown into the leader I always knew you could be,” she said, her voice weak yet proud. Luna Nora sneered, pulling my mother closer to the edge. “One step closer, and she dies.” I froze, helpless as I tried to reason with her, tried to break the hold of her insanity. Just as I took another step forward, my mother struggled, causing Luna Nora to stumble, and both women toppled backward. I lunged forward, grabbing my mother’s hand, pulling her up as Luna Nora plummeted to the rocks below, her twisted legacy ending in the same place her son had fallen.