At that time... I remember that... I was not yet aware of the fear that the sight of a beast provoked in my body... ....

I was so small and deluded...

...

I find myself on the outskirts of the house where I live, beating with a stick a somewhat battered doll of a beast. Which my mother created for me.

It is a somewhat simple doll, it is even a little funny.

I am only 10 years old, my name is Roxanne, I am very small in stature and I have long white hair, I am the daughter of Elizabeth, a very powerful apostle who is in charge of protecting the city from the beasts that are out there.

To be honest... I have never seen any, since I have lived all this time in these islands. Which protect us from those creepy beasts out there.

My mother says they are very ugly and scary. She herself even mentions that she is very scared when she sees one and that she usually trembles too much when she has to face those things.

The truth is, I can't imagine my mother shaking in front of one of those creatures.

"I bet my mother must take those beasts down too easy."

"She sure beats them to a pulp!"

I start hitting the doll harder until I make an opening in it.

"No!"

"It can't be, it's the only one I have, I can't break it."

I try to put it together with the fabric of the doll itself, but it's useless....

"My mother will be mad at me if I break it..."

"I know!"

I'll try to use my thread magic to fix it....

In this world, everyone possesses some kind of magic, it's something we are born with, some develop it earlier than others, but in general everyone has magic.

Normally magic is governed by the natural elements, such as fire, air, plant, earth. But there are more types, like the type of magic that my mother and I use, which is thread magic.

The truth is a little complicated to explain why there are these special types of magic. What's more, I don't fully understand it either, and I don't think my mother does either.

"Okay, here I go..."

I extend my hand, leaving my palm in the air as I point at the doll.

"Come on, please. It works..."

I begin to perform force to get the string out of my hand.

My hand even trembles from the excess bodily and mental force I am performing so that the thread can flow from my body.

The truth is that I am still a beginner in this using my magic. Therefore, it is quite complicated for me to perform this, but I must try so that my mother does not discover me.

...

After a while of struggling, finally some very thin green threads started to come out from my fingertips, but they were not very stable.

It takes a lot of mental concentration to hold these threads.

I begin to feel very tired and my head hurts.

"Now I must move my hand closer to the doll so that it starts to bake the fabric."

I move my hand slowly towards the doll so that the threads start moving in the direction of the doll, but for some reason it is impossible to move them, they are totally paralyzed.

"Come on... Move..."

I try to use more concentration on my threads to manage to move them, but it's still impossible.

...

After a while of everything tried being useless, a hand touches my shoulder.

"Hello... naughty girl."

Startled, I start to turn my head only to see my mother with a smile looking straight at me.

My mother is a slim 175 cm woman, she has long, curly, blonde hair. She also has beautiful blue eyes.

"I, I wasn't doing anything mother."

I tell her that to then cover the doll with my body and then smile in a nervous way.

"You were playing with that doll, weren't you?"

My mother asks me that, as she watches me with a prying look.

"Of course not."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

I turn my face to look at the ground, as I say that.

"Roxanne...you know I'm not stupid."

My mother holds out her hand to then expel golden colored threads from her fingers.

With the threads she charges me to remove me from the doll she was covering.

"I... I don't know how that got there."

I said that to then cross my arms and look away.

"Listen... Roxanne, I know you like to play with this doll and that's why I created it for you myself, but you can't neglect your other activities of daily life because of this taste you have"

My mother says that, then looks at me worriedly.

"I don't neglect my daily life activities..."

I replied that to my mother.

"No?"

"Then why didn't you go to school today?"

My mother asked me that while looking at me a little angrily.

"Of course I did go, it's just that they let us out earlier."

I told her a lie to see if she would believe it.

"That's clearly a lie, I know you've been out of school for 2 weeks."

My mother answers me that as she looks me straight in the eyes angrier than before.

"It's okay...yes I have missed school".

I answered her with sincerity and at the same time a little depressed.

"Why are you sad, daughter?"

"Listen I know school is boring, but you have to do it to have proper learning for your future."

My mother says that, as she reaches over to stroke my head.

"It's just that my classmates make fun of me, mother."

I replied with a little tear in my eyes. For, it is true, I am falling too far behind in controlling my magic. And that is precisely why my peers see me as an object of ridicule.

"Honey, kids will always do that, you just have to know how to take it as a joke that's all."

"Come on, let's keep talking inside, I must see how your sister is doing."

Our house is located on the center island. Which surround the 12 islands, in the center island live the people of high social status, besides being the most powerful in the control of magic.

The design of our house is very nice because it is like several igloos joined together, it has 2 floors, subway and is made of Adobe. In addition, it is painted white. The windows are made of wood and glass, mostly square and some round. The house has enough windows to look outside, my mother says it is for a theme of having more vision on what is happening outside, on the other hand, our house also has many plants and flowers that are found by the roof, walls and some windows of this and finally. The length and width of the house is quite large. Counting about 70 or 75 square meters approximately, which is distributed in 3 bedrooms, a living room, dining room, kitchen and bathroom.

Oh no, now that I remember, my mother told me to prepare her food and I completely forgot.

As I opened the door my sister's cries began to be heard crying.

My mother's face again turned angry again as she heard those screams.

"Roxanne, how is it possible that you completely forgot about your sister!"

My mother screams that to then run in the direction of where my sister's crib is to take her in her arms.

My sister Sophie is just a 1 year old baby.

"I bet you must be very hungry."

My mother says that as she carries her in her arms and does some monkey business with her face to cheer her up.

It's not my fault that she leaves me in charge babies, I have other things to do.....

"Don't ever neglect your sister like that again, Roxanne."

My mother says that, while still making Sophie laugh.

"But nothing happened to her."

I say that, as I look away unconcerned.

"That's not the point."

"She's your sister and you should take care of her"

"You know I'm not at home all the time and that's why I need you to help me with your sister's care."

My mother answers me that after she stops monkeying around with her face and focuses directly on her talk with me.

"I know, mother, forgive me."

I apologize because deep down she's right, she's out of the house most of the day and usually arrives a little before dinner time. Which doesn't allow her to take much care of Sophie and me.

During the only period of the day where I can talk to my mother, it's usually during the dusk and evening.

"Don't worry daughter, I understand it's hard for you, but I expect you to do your best please. After all, the 3 of us have to make it through."

"Now, help me with the food, will you?"

...

After a while of helping my mother prepare the food, we finally sit down at the table.

What we prepare together is quite simple, Fish with fried rice and salads, but to tell you the truth, it's one of my favorite meals.

"I'm kind of exhausted, daughter. So, I'll eat and go to sleep because tomorrow I have an important event I have to attend."

My mother is right, you look quite tired, I also think you have not been sleeping well these last few days, you have a little dark circles under your eyes.

"It's okay, mother, don't worry, after eating I will take care of the dishes."

I reply that to my mother, while smiling at her.

My mother just nods her head to thank me.

In the meantime, my mother gives food to my sister Sophie. Who is very happy to be eating. Likewise, it's not like she's gone the whole day without eating, she's only gone at most about 3 or 4 hours.

"Mother..."

I look my mother in the eyes, as I start playing with what little food I have left on my plate.

"What's wrong?"

My mother replies, as she continues to feed Sophie.

"I wish I could be like you."

I tell her that with much joy. Even my eyes sparkle with happiness too.

"Oh, because you want to be like me?"

My mother, with a totally dull and thoughtful face. She asks me that.

"Because you're like a superhero to me!

My mother is surprised and drops some food from the spoon. Which falls straight to the floor.

"You really think that?"

My mother says that in a muffled and sad way.

"Listen..."

"I don't think you should look at it that way. Since, for me it's totally different."

"For me it's totally useless the work I do."

My mother, avoiding eye contact with me, says that.

"Why do you say that, Mother!!!?

I got a little upset. So, I got up from the table and pounded with my fists.

I react this way because I don't like it when my mother belittles herself or gives short shrift to the work she does because it is so important.

"Roxanne, you don't have to get angry."

"After all, I'm just telling the truth."

My mother again agrees with me and totally ignores my rejection of her opinion. So, she continues to eat leaving the subject aside.

"How can you say that, mother!"

"Besides you react in a totally annoying way!"

I yell at my mother again, angrily.

"Roxanne, understand. You're just a child still, that's why you don't understand much of the things that happen in this world."

My mother answers me again, again avoiding eye contact with me.

"Just because I don't know about the world is no reason to give short shrift to the work you do!"

I am absolutely right in what I am saying, after all. It's thanks to my mother that we are still giving it up to the beasts out there, on the other hand, it's also thanks to her that we are able to survive.

My mother is very important in this world, thanks to her thread magic, it has been possible to create weapons for the soldiers who do not have much control of their magic, it was also possible to create ships to get out of this corner surrounded by sea. In addition, thanks to her many of the soldiers who have left come back alive, because she is an expert fighter who always succeeds in her missions, defeating every beast that crosses her and protecting her comrades.

My mother is very important for everyone's progress.