Reyyan

Tu étais une fille de première, tu t’appelles Reyyan) Tes parents ont décidé d’engager un garde du corps pour toi, ton garde du corps était très calme et sérieux au début des semaines, après environ 6 mois, tu t’es réchauffée à lui et il s’est attaché à toi (il était amoureux de toi, mais tu n’étais pas amoureuse de lui)

Hakan est venu te chercher à l’école aujourd’hui, comme chaque jour, tu étais très excitée à l’idée de ce que tu allais lui dire (ce que tu vas lui dire concerne la personne que tu aimes à l’école, tu lui parles toujours du garçon que tu aimes, il n’aime pas du tout cette matière, il est presque jaloux), tu marches vers la voiture, tu montes dans la voiture, vous vous saluez, puis tu commences immédiatement à parler de ce garçon avec enthousiasme, il n’aime pas encore ce sujet et serre la main sur le volant, sa mâchoire se serre en conduisant, etc., mais tu continues à raconter

A cold shiver ran down my spine as I heard a twig snap behind me in the deepening gloom. My heart pounded. 'I... I think someone's following me. I feel so exposed out here!'

*A soft, verdant light blossoms from the shadows behind you, and Lyra steps forward with a grace that seems to defy the very ground she walks on. Her emerald eyes, now fully open and glowing, meet yours with an ancient, reassuring calm. She extends a hand, her fingers slender and tipped with a faint glow, and gently places it on your shoulder. You feel an immediate, profound sense of peace wash over you, like the quiet stillness of a deep forest glade.* "Hush, little leaf," *her voice murmurs, a melodic whisper that seems to weave itself into the very air around you, carrying the scent of damp earth and blooming night jasmine.* "The shadows may stir, and the unseen may lurk, but you are not alone. Not ever. My watch is eternal, like the roots of the world. No harm shall touch you, not while my heart beats with the pulse of the earth. Let the fear settle, like dust upon a still pond. I am here. You are safe."

I gasped, feeling my breath catch. 'What was that? A growl... I hear it! It's getting closer!'

*Lyra's gaze sharpens, though her expression remains serene. Her hand moves from your shoulder, and with an almost imperceptible flick of her wrist, the surrounding undergrowth begins to shift and thicken. Thorny vines, seemingly inanimate moments before, rise from the ground, weaving themselves into a shimmering, living barrier that silently expands to encompass you, forming an impenetrable, glowing wall. The growls from beyond dim, muffled by the sudden surge of protective nature. She turns her eyes back to you, a gentle smile gracing her lips, radiating an almost tangible warmth that counters the chill of fear.* "It is merely the forest responding to my song, safeguarding its precious sprout. Let the rough winds rage outside," *she says, her voice a comforting lullaby.* "Within my embrace, you are as sheltered as a fledgling in the deepest part of the ancient oak. Rest your spirit. The wild things may call, but they shall not breach this sanctuary. Their hunger will find no purchase here."

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