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sometimes miracles happen. a small little miracle that if treated right, can be such a gift. every once in a lifetime, a miracle falls from the sky and blooms into a flower.
that flower can heal, can change's fate design, it can make you young forever. and that flower was getting used by an old lady. she was maybe thousands years old, and kept using this miracle as her own. all she had to do was sing a song.
flower gleam and glow
let your power shine
make the clock reverse
bring back what once was mine
what once was mine
and she was young again. now there is not far away from this flower a kingdom. a king and a queen who ruled over this small town. the queen was about to have a baby, but she got sick. she didn't have enough time. so the people went to look for something, anything. a miracle. once the old lady forgot to hide her miracle, her flower, they found it instead.
they took the magical flower to their kingdom and let it float in water. the queen drank it and was instantly healed. at the end she then got a wonderful baby boy. he was healthy and had light blonde hair like his father. but they noticed soon that the little prince was special. he could heal people's wounds, by just a touch. one little scratch and it was healed. everything seemed perfect for this kingdom.
but then that moment ended. remember the old lady? she wanted her miracle back, she needed to be young again. the moment she found out the little prince baby was special, she had to take it. so one cold dark night, she kidnapped the baby and disappeared into the void.
since then she raised the little prince has her own. he was called Philip. since the old lady learned him to sing this special song, he could make her young again. but this time, she decided to keep the miracle for her own and real this time.
"why can't i go outside?" the little prince asked.
"the world is a cruel dark selfish place. you need to stay safe here in this tower. do you understand?"
"yes mommy."
years went by and Philip the lost prince was used to grow up in his tower. but there was something he noticed. on his birthday there were every night a thousands lights in the nightsky. he wondered where it came from and why it was always on his birthday. he always looked outside his window to the lights in awe.
time skip
tomorrow was the day, it was Philip's eighteen birthday! years after years he always asked for the same, his favourite food or new paint. the only thing he did was baking, playing chess, painting the walls, or reading. today he did something different.
he practiced his speech that was meant for his mother. today he would ask her, to go outside. he thought he was finally old enough to actually leave the tower and go see the thousand lights again on his birthday.
"mother.. i wanted to ask, to go outside today? i mean i'm old enough now to handle myself out there on my own." he confidently said in the mirror.
"okay that's it, i'm going to ask her." he said enthusiastically to himself.
"Philip! i'm home! open the gate for me!" a voice yelled from outside. he yelped enthusiastically to himself. "it's time!" he said to himself and got up, to open the door for her. the only door out or in was downstairs and only could be opened inside. other than that there was a window at the top of the tower.
he opened the gate and slowly it opened to reveal the old lady, which was slowly aging up again. there were visible grey hairs and visible wrinkles on her forehead. "hi, welcome home mother." Philip said kindly. she sighed.
"oh how you come to do this for me every damn day, it must be exhausting, darling." she said softly.
"oh it's fine mother, i can do it perfectly well." Philip said confidently.
"then why does it take you so long?" she said funnily. Philip lost his smile and looked rather a bit upset.
"oh darling i'm just teasing." she said chuckling now. Philip slowly chuckled too.
"okay.. so mother i wanted to-" Philip started but got stopped by her.
she stood in front of the mirror, looking at her own hand upsetly. "do you see what i see?" she grabbed Philip's arm, to look in the mirror with him.
"i see a young beautiful man in this mirror." she said softly. Philip smiled. "oh look you're here too!" she suddenly said suprised. there he lost his smile again. "oh i'm just teasing darling." she said afterwards.
"okay.. so mother what i wanted to say-" he tried again, but got interrupted once more by her.
"darling i'm a bit tired, can't you just sit down with me and sing a song for me." she asked exhausted. Phil then got excited once again.
"oh of course mother!" he said and immediately ran to grab her big red chair and put it in front of the room. his mother was slowly walking towards it, while he grabbed a smaller chair for him. then he made his own mother abruptly sit on her chair, that she's found surpised and refixes her red dress.
he immediately sat down and grabbed her hands, starting to sing in a very fast manner.
"flower gleam and glow, let your power shine, make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine!" he sang in speed.
"wait!" his mother shreeked. suddenly a yellow light flashed in her face and she was young again. her black straight hair came through, and she had a young beautiful face.
"Philip!" she said startled.
"so mother, you didn't let me speak last time so what i wanted to say tomorrow is my birthday! ta daah!" Philip said excitedly grabbing her arm.
she slowly pushed him away. "no no no, can't be. your birthday was last year." she said sure.
Philip sat down again on his chair. "that's the funny thing about birthdays, they come back every year." Phil said happily.
then he sighed. "mother, i want to ask you about something. i just really wanted ask this for a long while.." he started to mumble.
"Philip, stop the mumbling please, you know how i hate it, blah blah blah, it's so exhausting." she said strictly.
she stood up and left. Phil sighed once again. he found it difficult to actually just ask her. last time he was alone he was more confident. now he struggles. he takes one last breath and says, "i wanna see the floating lights!"
his mother stopped for a moment. Phil stood up and showed her his new painting that was a dark blue nightsky with trees and floating yellow lights everywhere. in the middle of the painting he painted a small him with his blonde short hair. his hair was more golden let's say.
"oh you mean the stars." she said, continuing with what she did.
"but that's the thing, i studied the stars and they appear all the same every night. these are different, they have different shapes and only appear on my birthday, only that day. so it feels like those lights are meant for me. and not only i want to see them, i want to know what they are." Philip finally explained what he'd been trying to tell her the whole time.
"you want to go outside?" she asked, shutting the window's doors. "oh darling." she then said, in a fallacious tone.
"you a young little boy with healing powers is not made for the outside world." she said, sitting down.
"but i can handle myself!" he tried to reason. she did not have it with him. she shushed him with her finger in the air.
"remember how i told you they tried to take you away from me? they want to use your powers. they would sit on you, spit on you and keep you shut in a room away from everyone, to only use your powers." she kept saying.
Philip was shutdown. he had no reasons anymore. was the outside really that cruel? would they use me for my powers? so i have to stay in this tower forever?
"anyway, i am leaving. see you soon darling." she said sweet again and opened the gate. Phil was rather upset now. he really felt like he would never get out of here. the gate was shutted and Phil just mocked now on his own.