Chapitre 4: Winged Goddess
As Jasper left, promising to keep them updated on any new information, Elara turned to Lyra, her face filled with worry. "Lyra, sweetie, I think it's safer if you stay inside at night for now, at least until we find out more about these attacks."
Lyra went with her mother into the warm, bright bedroom, where Elara sat down at the vanity and grabbed a silver hairbrush. As Elara brushed her long, smooth hair, she started to hum a soft, pretty tune. The notes came together to make a hauntingly beautiful song, and Lyra watched, completely fascinated.
"When the night was dark and scary,
And the world was full of worry,
A winged angel, strong and brave,
Soared through the sky, ready to save.
With a heart that shone so bright,
She fought to make things right,
Against the darkness, she took a stand,
To keep safe the peaceful land.
The fight was tough and seemed so long,
But the angel, she was strong,
With her light, she chased away,
The evil forces, kept at bay.
And when at last the battle was done,
The angel smiled, victory won,
Peace came back to every heart,
A new beginning, a fresh start.
So let us sing of her awesome deeds,
The winged angel, who helped in times of need,
A true hero, forever more,
Her story lives on, forevermore."
As the song ended, Lyra found herself humming along, the melody stuck in her head. "Mom, that was amazing," she said, her eyes wide with awe. "Where did you learn that song?"
Elara smiled, putting down the hairbrush and turning to look at her daughter. "It's an old song, passed down through our family for generations. My mom used to sing it to me when I was your age, and her mom before that." She reached out, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind Lyra's ear. "The winged angel in the song is a symbol of hope and strength when things seem dark. A reminder that no matter how hard things get, there's always a chance for light to beat the darkness."
Lyra nodded, already thinking about the brave angel and her epic battle. "Do you think I could be like her someday, Mom? Strong and brave, fighting to protect the people I love?"
Elara's eyes softened, and she pulled Lyra into a warm hug. "Oh, my little Moonbeam, you already are. Every time you stand up for what's right, every time you use your powers to help others, you're just like the winged angel."
Lyra hugged her mother back, feeling a rush of love and determination. She knew that the road ahead wouldn't always be easy and that there would be challenges and dangers to face. But with her mother's love and guidance, and the inspiration of the winged angel, Lyra felt ready to face whatever the future might bring.
As they pulled apart from their hug, Elara smiled warmly at her daughter. "Remember, Lyra, even in the darkest of times, there's always hope. Keep the spirit of the winged angel in your heart, and you'll never lose your way."
Lyra nodded, a determined look in her eye. "I will, Mom. I promise."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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