Chapter 473
Chapter 474 Trapped in Old Memories
Chapter 474 Trapped in Old Memories
The secretary bird had never encountered anything like this. It froze, afraid to move an inch.
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But the faint stir of wind it had made upon entering sent the nearest bubble drifting rapidly away
Pop.
A faint, almost inaudible crack echoed.
The secretary bird’s eyes widened, and it halted.
The scene before it shifted instantly.
Its viewpoint dropped lower. It seemed to be walking forward, its steps staggering like a drunk’s.
Clap, clap.
Applause sounded ahead. A gentle, beautiful young woman crouched nearby, smiling warmly and tenderly
at it.
“Mommy’s right here.
“My little Lyra is so brave. You fell, but you got back up all by yourself.
“Come on. I’m waiting for you p>
Whoosh.
The scene flashed away, replaced by another.
It was the height of summer, and the secretary bird felt scorching heat wrap around its whole body.
Even on Core Prime, it had never known sunlight this brutal.
It glanced down. Its wings had turned into chubby little hands, clutching a small trowel and digging in the dirt.
“Lyra, you don’t need to help. Go wait for me under that tree over there, okay p>
The secretary bird lifted its gaze. It was the same woman.
She was no longer as bright and youthful as in the last scene.
There was still a smile in her eyes, but her face glistened with fine beads of sweat.
Her clother
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It looked up again. The woman’s hat was gone.
She bent low, back to the sun, and hurried to finish her work.
The scene shifted once more.
Night had fallen. The sky was pitch black, without a single star.
The night air, which should have cooled things off, still carried stifling warmth.
Sitting on the cold floor was the only way to find a little relief.
The woman, fresh from a bath and still damp, came over.
“Lyra, have some watermelon p>
A plate of sliced bright red watermelon was placed nearby.
The secretary bird’s head shook on its own.
It understood now. It had probably stumbled straight into Lyra’s memories.
Right now, its point of view belonged to young Lyra.
The little hands gestured something in front of it.
The secretary bird could not understand, but the woman smiled softly.
“It’s nothing to worry about. The other kids just think we’re different; that’s why they stare p>
The hands gestured again.
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The woman kept speaking. “Remember the silkworms you raised when you were little? Silkworms look nothing like butterflies once they grow up, right p>
A nod.
Lyra’s mom said, “They are different, so they each have their own purpose.
“When they’re caterpillars, they only eat leaves. They even nibble our watermelon vines, and you don’t like that, do you?
“But when caterpillars mature, they turn into butterflies. Butterflies carry pollen so we can grow big watermelons and fill your tummy, right?
As she spoke, she reached out and ruffled the top of that small head.
The secretary bird felt a tickle in its belly, its body shaking as if it were laughing.
– Lyra’s mom’s voice held laughter too.
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“Baby silkworms only eat mulberry leaves. When it’s time for them to grow, they spin a little house to hide mside.
“The silk they make to build those houses is what we use to weave clothes.
“See? Every little creature can help people, just in different stages of life.
“The other kids don’t want to be your friends right now, because they want friends who can speak outloud
“That’s alright. Think of them as butterflies. Caterpillars only play with other caterpillars when they’re
young.
“We are silkworms. We’ll eat our mulberry leaves, grow up, and wait for our own silkworm friends p>
The secretary bird nodded.
A large hand stroked the top of its head.
Lyra’s mom’s voice was full of warmth and encouragement.
“Don’t be sad. It’s okay if you haven’t found your silkworm friends yet.
“How about this big silkworm-me-being your friend first p>
The secretary bird nodded hard.
Splash!
Before the secretary bird could react, a bucket of cold water crashed down over its head.
Elowen, whose consciousness rested inside the bird, gasped sharply from the shock.
Giggling and snickering echoed in her ears.
Looking up, she saw several girls clapping their hands over their mouths and darting away fast.
Rage flared in Elowen.
But the owner of this memory, young Lyra, seemed used to it already.
She only glanced down at herself, wrung most of the water from her clothes and hair, then walked calmly out of the restroom and back into the noisy classroom.
When everyone saw her soaked to the bone, mocking eyes and sneers landed on her one after another.
Lyra lowered her gaze, hunched her shoulders, and folded her arms in front of her chest to shield herself.
She returned to her seat, the very last row, right next to the trash bin and cleaning supplies.
A foul smell hung in the air, with annoying flies and bugs buzzing all around her.
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The class bell rang.
Lyra wiped water off her hands onto her pants, then pulled out her textbook.
The teacher stepped in, scanned the room, and acted as if she did not notice Lyra’s state.
“Lyra, I put you in charge of the cleaning supplies. Can’t you see what a mess this is?
“Fix them after class, and if our class loses points, it’s on you.
“Class begins p>
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Once class ended, Lyra tidied the grimy supplies, then headed out to the playground. She used the harsh sunlight to dry her wet clothes.
Staying out in the sun too long made her head heavy and fuzzy.
She forced herself through one more lesson, then rested her head on the desk to recover.
It was not long before she heard that familiar snickering again.
Lucia Morh
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.