Kyrah Wilson And The Prophecy Of Queen Adela

Chapter XI | The Tuneskoo Bird

"Oh," I faltered, looking at each of them and hoping that perhaps any one of them knows how to do that.

Toivo shrugged his shoulders, "Well, I don't know, for information."

"Well, then...I guess we are stuck here," Galena sighed.

My jaw went ajar, "You too?"

"Yeah!" she confirmed, giving a fake smile and flopping down on a vacant wooden chair that stood in the middle of the room.

I scoffed, "Seriously, guys? So, we are gonna just stay here-all stuck and stuff-like some useless piece of-"

"Please!" Toivo whined, pressing his head with his hand.

Galena sighed, "Fine!"

"What?" Toivo and I exclaimed in unison as we stared at her in astonishment.

"I can...try," She muttered regretfully, "Only if you all don't make fun of me, later!" She warned.

"Yea-yeah!" I agreed, a small hopeful smile growing on Toivo's and mine's faces.

Galena got up and took the tiny egg from Toivo's hand.

"Careful!" Toivo anxiously squeaked.

Galena cleared her throat and closed her eyes. Her burrows furrowed, remembering the lost words.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and opened her mouth finally,

And there came out trembling and stuttering words,

"H-hush now, little...flower, d-don't...you cry.

Though the storm rages on...and the winds are high,"

Her brows loosened, her hands stopped trembling and then came out the melodious and clearer words.

"You stand strong and tall, rooted among the grounds.

Your beauty shines through, even when the thunder sounds."

Toivo's shoulders dropped as he stared at her, forgetting to even blink as a strange weird vibration from the shell, it felt strangely good as if we were somewhere- somewhere better than the places I imagined before bed when I was four, better than anything in this world.

"The rain may beat down, and the lightning may strike,

But you keep standing, a true beacon of light.

You sway with the gusts, but you never fall,

Your resilience is inspiring, your strength standing tall."

"Crack"

Lines cracked up on the walls of the egg. Our sight shifted toward the walls of the shell.

Galena paused before continuing again.

"So close your petals, and rest your weary head,

Dream of sunny days and the warmth ahead.

For the storm will pass, and the clouds will clear,

And you'll keep standing, a symbol of hope through the year."

We breathlessly watched a sparkling emerald beak peck out of the walls of the shell.

"Sleep now, little flower, and don't you fear,

For you are loved, and your beauty is dear.

And when you wake, the sun will shine,