Part 2
"The time has come," Flora whispered.
Her hand tightened around the stone on Lilia's chest, and a sorrowful light flickered in her eyes. Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the room. The windows burst open, and countless petals streamed inside, whirling in a spiral of shimmering color.
Within the storm of petals, a towering figure began to take shape—majestic, vast, and otherworldly.
Silvarion, the God of the Forest.Flora's father.
"My beloved daughter," his voice resonated like the rustling of ancient trees. "It is time to return."
Flora turned to Serion one last time, her lips trembling with both love and grief. She leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss upon his lips.
"Take care of our daughters," she pleaded softly. "But above all… protect Lilia. Teach her love, for love will be both her strength and her destiny."
Then, with tear-filled eyes, she placed the baby into Serion's arms.
The petals closed around her like a cocoon, their glow swallowing her fragile body. Her form dissolved into light, scattering like morning dew beneath the sun.
And just like that, Flora was gone.
The room fell silent. Only Serion remained, cradling his daughter in trembling arms. Around Lilia's neck hung the small black stone, pulsing faintly with the last remnants of Flora's power.
Love.A force that gives everything—without hesitation, without regret.Even if it means fading like the wind, leaving no trace behind.
For in giving herself away, Flora had left behind something far greater than her own life:a child who carried both her breath and her existence into the world.
And so, in the stillness of that moonlit chamber, Serion wept—for his lost love, and for the tiny miracle who had just become his world.