Chapter 301

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A new threat loomed on the horizon, and Pel was determined to face it alone. “I don’t want to be your successor,” she declared defiantly. “Are you lying about the successor?” he pressed, but she shook her head, her resolve firm. “Things have changed.” “That won’t please the fairy queen,” he warned. “You can be sure she won’t take it lightly.” With that, he turned and left the pixie behind, dismissing her concerns. Meanwhile, as the storm approached, Abril was busy preparing for the worst. Kiara used her magic to heal the cuts on Abril’s cheek and the scratches on her arms.
Afterward, Abril lay back on the bed, exhausted. She felt herself drifting off, her head barely touching the pillow before sleep enveloped her. She slept through the day and into the night, even as Mariana wished to continue resting. However, her slumber was interrupted by a voice. “Queen Abril, please awaken.” Abril opened her eyes, bleary and confused. “What’s going on?” she asked, her voice thick with sleep. “You must get up. You sent someone to retrieve the person who encouraged you to use the sweat cellar,” the voice explained. Abril blinked, fully waking now.
“Is he here?” “Yes, so please, he’s not a patient who can wait.” With a groan, Abril felt her body stiff from sleep. She forced herself out of bed. “How long did I sleep?” “You slept all day yesterday. Now it’s morning, and breakfast is ready,” the voice replied. “Thanks,” she murmured, still trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. As she dressed and grabbed a quick bite to eat, she felt a sense of urgency. “Where is my child?” she asked, her heart racing. “The baby is feeling very happy,” came the reassuring response.
“Kiara hasn’t woken up yet.” “Thank you for telling me.” After finishing her meal, Abril hurried to find the person she needed. A guide led her to a large room with windows that let in the morning light. “Please, my friend is ready to arrive,” she said, her voice steady. Moments later, an old man appeared. He had brown skin, green eyes, and hair that looked a bit dry, as if it had seen many seasons. He surveyed his surroundings with a keen gaze. “After these daggers, you seem weaker than I expected. I don’t understand how they chose you as their new bearer,” he remarked.
“To be honest, I don’t know either,” Abril admitted, feeling the weight of his scrutiny. “It’s easy to use them, or it can be a challenge, depending on your intention. I won’t waste my time if you’re not serious,” he warned. “The fairy queen said these daggers adapt to the power of the bearer. How do I do that?” Abril asked, her determination rising. “Listen, you use fire magic. Draw your daggers and imagine they are engulfed in flames,” he instructed. Abril concentrated, trying to summon the fire within her. She felt the magic stirring, but nothing happened.
“I can’t seem to make them ignite,” she confessed, frustration creeping in. “Think of them as more than mere objects. They are your companions, and how you use them will depend on your bond with them,” he replied, his tone firm. With renewed focus, Abril tried again. This time, the blades of the daggers flared to life, engulfed in flames. “I did it!” she exclaimed, excitement bubbling within her. “Now extinguish them,” he commanded. Abril quickly snuffed out the fire and asked, “Is that all there is to it?” “Don’t underestimate the value of these daggers.
You may think it’s useless to use them, but when the time comes, you’ll need them,” he warned, his expression serious. Abril had thought the same but chose not to voice her doubts. The elder continued, “These daggers can serve as a means for stronger attacks without exhausting too much magic, even though you have a human body.” Abril nodded, understanding the weight of his words. She often felt drained after each battle, her control over magic improving but still unpredictable. “Besides, these daggers can transform into a spear or any shape you desire,” he added. “I prefer them as daggers.
They’re light and easy to handle. I don’t want to change them,” she insisted. “That’s likely why you’re resistant. Normally, these magical weapons can perform spells, but you risk losing what you need if you’re not careful,” he cautioned. “I’d like to keep them as daggers,” Abril replied firmly. “But you can also change their shape to keep them with you at all times. You never know when you might be caught off guard,” he explained. Abril considered this, realizing the practicality of having them with her always. She closed her eyes, envisioning the daggers transforming.
When she opened them again, the golden blades had morphed into a more compact form that fit perfectly in her hands. “Now you’re back to having two daggers,” the old man said, a hint of approval in his voice. “But you must be careful and practice diligently. When the time comes to fight, you don’t want to falter.” “I’ll keep that in mind,” Abril promised. “Good. That’s all I had to teach you. The rest will depend on your efforts,” he concluded. Before he left, Abril asked, “May I know your name?” “Omael. That’s my name,” he replied. “My name is Abril.
It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she said, feeling a sense of gratitude for his guidance.