The next day, Charlotte flew out of her house in the village.
Before leaving, she locked the door carefully.
She stood there for a long moment and gave the house one last look.
This was the place where they had lived together, laughed together, and waited for a future that never came.
Her hand moved to her belly, rubbing it softly.
She was very close to giving birth.
The child inside her was almost ready to come into the world. Yet, the father would never see the child's face.
Her husband had died at the young age of twenty-three.
He carried many regrets in his heart, but at the very end, he thanked Charlotte for staying with him through his final years.
Those words stayed with her, heavy and warm at the same time.
Charlotte took a deep breath and rose into the sky.
She flew fast, cutting through the air as strong currents crashed against her body.
Before flying far, she had already cast a spell around herself.
