Chapter # 2 Ameillia wish

Amellia's gaze sharpened as she looked at the intruder, her eyes piercing with intensity. "We would be happy..." she began, her voice firm, "...if they weren't here."

Amelia looked at him with a piercing gaze. Willy, the boss of this area, she didn't know when her father had taken the debt. Now that they were alone, he wanted to take advantage of them by assaulting them on a daily basis.

Willy looked at Laura and then said, "Hey, when will you give me my money?"

Laura stayed strong, though she was trembling inside, and replied, "We will give it to you in two days."

Willy, arrogant and frustrated, said, "Two days? How many days will you take, huh?" He threatened and scared her.

Amelia stepped forward strongly, yelling at him, "How many times will you take money from us? Isn't the debt cleared already?" She glared at him with determination.

Giving mocking looks, Willy said, "Interest is still there. That's 10 million."

Amelia and everyone else were surprised. "10 million?" she exclaimed.

Amelia suggested with a firm tone, "The debt was only 1 million?"

Mocking her, Willy seized her jaw, a sardonic smirk curling his lips. "So what, it's not our concern," he jeered, drawing her closer with a pause. "Make a decision: surrender yourself to our boss or cough up 10 million?"

Laura attempted to shove him away from Amelia, but Willy sidestepped, issuing another threat. "You have a week to decide," he declared, his tone dripping with malice, "or we'll find other means to persuade you."

Nilly, Willy's right-hand man, stepped menacingly forward, a malevolent grin etched on his face. "It would be in your best interest to comply with our boss's wishes," he warned, "unless you're keen on tarnishing your reputation beyond repair."

Amelia, frightened yet resolute, yelled, "Get out!"

Willy waved his hand, sending her grandfather crashing to the ground. "Grandpa!" Amelia screamed, rushing to his side along with Laura.

As Willy departed, he cast a menacing glance back at them, a warning lingering in his eyes.

After administering medicine and helping her grandfather to rest in his room, the trio—Amelia, Laura, and their grandmother—sat in solemn silence. Breaking the tension, Amelia ventured, "Mother, what if we put the upper floor up for rent, with a decade-long lease at 10 million per year?"

Laura, taken aback by the suggestion, looked at her daughter with a mixture of surprise and disappointment. "But who would be willing to pay such an exorbitant sum for rent unless we sell the entire house?"

Amelia's gaze hardened. "No, we won't sell," she declared firmly. After a brief pause, she added, "Let's try, Mother. Perhaps there will be someone who will help us." Laura, feeling nervous and uncertain, found herself agreeing reluctantly. "Alright, but we'll only try for one week."

Their discussion was interrupted by soft footsteps echoing behind them. Turning, they saw the twins, still drowsy, making their way down the stairs. "Mother, sister," they called out.

Laura rushed to them, concern evident in her voice. "Max, Stella, what happened?"

"It's noisy," the twins mumbled in unison.

Laura enveloped them in a comforting hug, soothing their frazzled nerves. Meanwhile, Grandma stood up and addressed them. "Max, Stella, come with me. I'll tuck you in for the night."

The twins nodded and followed their grandmother obediently.

Laura, still concerned for Amelia, sought to reassure her. "There will be a way, don't worry. You go get some rest now. You still have school tomorrow."

Amelia nodded in acknowledgment and made her way back to her room.

As she walked, she overheard her grandmother telling the twins a bedtime story. Intrigued, she paused to listen.

Max, curious, asked, "Grandma, do they really listen?"

Grandma, with a loving tone, answered, "Yes, my dear. No one knows for sure. Everyone has heard stories about them, but no one has ever seen them. The God of War is known for his strength. He can escape from any situation with his sheer power. Some say he's so tough, he never loses to anyone. The other one is the most beautiful, kind, and a little carefree Goddess of Marvel and Creation."

Stella interrupted, "Goddess of Marvel?"

Grandma patted them gently and continued, "Yes, just as her name suggests, she is marvelous. She turns the impossible into possible. She is kind and enjoys traveling the world, solving its difficulties."

"When they are together," Grandma added, "they are unstoppable. Not even the Demon Lord can defeat them."

Max, excited, exclaimed, "Demon Lord?"

Grandma helped them lie back down, patting them gently. "Yes, the Demon Lord is a being who desires to destroy everything. He's incredibly powerful. Alone, he defeated all who opposed him, spreading chaos and fear throughout the world. He was pure evil."

"When War and Marvel heard of this," Grandma continued, "they descended to Terra, hand in hand, ready to face any obstacle. They defeated anyone who dared to stand in their way. Finally, they confronted the Demon Lord himself. The battle raged on for more than a week, but in the end, War and Marvel emerged victorious, vanquishing the Demon Lord."

Max and Stella listened with wide eyes, completely absorbed in the tale. Unbeknownst to them, outside the room, Amelia was also captivated by the story.

Stella asked eagerly, "Grandma, what are War and Marvel's real names, and where are they now?"

Grandma replied softly, "They lived in a realm above ours, called Aeternus, which watches over our realm, Terra. Their names are... God of War, Ares, and Goddess of Marvel and Creation, Serenity."

Max and Stella's eyes sparkled with anticipation, eager for more of their grandma's storytelling. But Grandma gently interrupted, "The story ends here. It's time for sleep now."

Max, Stella, and Amelia were left dumbfounded, their curiosity piqued. "Grandma, tell us more about them," they pleaded.

Grandma shook her head. "I really don't know much more. It's said they were visible in history maybe 200 or 400 years ago, but not anymore." After a pause, she added, "But there is one truth..."

Max and Stella leaned in, eager to hear. Even Amelia, curious, approached closer to the door.

"No matter the time, there is one phrase used for Marvel," Grandma continued, "if your wish comes from the heart, Serenity will come down and fulfill it."

Max and Stella's eyes gleamed with excitement as they spoke in unison, "Then if we wish for a Transformer or a Cinderella dress, will our wish come true?"

Grandma chuckled at their innocence. "They only fulfill the wishes of innocent and pure souls, my dears," she explained gently. "That's enough storytelling for today. Now, it's time for sleep."

Though Max and Stella still wanted to inquire further, Grandma insisted they get some rest.

Amelia sighed and shook her head at their youthful enthusiasm before returning to her room. Standing by the window on the terrace, she gazed up at the stars, softly murmuring to herself, "Aeternus." After a pause, she whispered again, lost in deep thought, "Goddess Serenity of Marvel."

With hands clasped reverently before her, Amelia closed her eyes, allowing herself to feel the gentle caress of the breeze as it whispered through the trees. A solemn hush settled over the scene, punctuated only by the distant murmur of crickets and the occasional rustle of leaves.

In a voice filled with desperation, she whispered, "Oh, Goddess Serenity, if you truly create marvels, then create one for me. I seek true love, genuine happiness, and the well-being of my loved ones. Please, help me turn my dreams into reality."

She blinked up at the stars, her gaze filled with longing and hope, desperately seeking guidance in the vast expanse of the night sky.

On the other side, at the top of this grand stairway reaching into the sky, lies Aeternus. Here, magic is a common sight, wonders unfold at every corner. People with extraordinary strength engage in fierce battles in the arena, bustling markets fill the air with excitement, and a magnificent crystal palace stands tall, exuding elegance and authority. Inside the palace, people hurry about, filling the grand halls with movement and noise.

In the central hall, a man with yellow hair and green eyes, Ron, the Fifth Guardian, stands overseeing Aeternus, guiding everyone's attention with sweeping gestures. Anxious, he rubs his head in frustration and yells aloud, "Queen, where are you?"

Within the palace, there is a serene garden. Under the shadow of a large tree, a woman of exquisite beauty with golden hair and Celestite eyes sleeps peacefully. She wears a white dress adorned with diamonds, creating a scene so captivating it could be mistaken for a painting, drawing admiration from all who see it.

Serenity lay in serene slumber, her expression peaceful. Suddenly, her eyes fluttered open, glowing with an inner light as a voice echoed in her ears,

"Grant me one wish: true love, genuine happiness, and the well-being of my beloved ones. Help me turn my dreams into reality."

Serenity smiled tenderly and replied, "What a pure wish."

She gently caressed Amelia's head, whispering softly, "Of course, I will."

Meanwhile, Amelia stood on the terrace, stunned and scarcely believing what she had experienced. A sensation of someone stroking her head and faint whispers lingered, but she dismissed it as a figment of her imagination, returning to her slumber.

Meanwhile, Serenity rose from her slumber. With a mere flick of her finger, Ron materialized before her, scolding, "Your Majesty, how could you run off like that? Do you realize the pile of documents awaiting your attention?" Serenity simply closed her ears to his persistent nagging.

Once his tirade ceased, he inquired, "Why did you summon me?"

Serenity released a relieved sigh and replied, "I'll sign every document, but let's do it outdoors while the weather's pleasant."

Ron, incredulous, shook his head, wondering if he was dreaming. Serenity, known for her carefree demeanor, rarely bothered with paperwork or discussions about it.

Serenity flicked his head lightly, snapping him out of his reverie. "Queen, wait a moment," he interjected.

In an instant, he returned with a stack of documents, placing them before her.

Serenity stared in disbelief at the towering stack of documents and exclaimed, "This... this much?"

Ron, persistently nagging, retorted, "It's your fault for never finishing them on time."

Serenity awkwardly smiled and replied, "Let's get started then."

With a determined glint in her eyes, she waved her hand, causing every few documents to unfurl and hover around her. With swift precision, she sorted through them, placing accepted ones to her left and rejected ones to her right.

Ron watched in astonishment as Serenity reviewed the documents with incredible speed. Satisfied that she was finally attending to her duties, he allowed himself to drift off to sleep.

As night fell, Ron suddenly awoke, scanning his surroundings frantically. Only the documents remained in sight. "Where is she?" he wondered aloud.

Before he could begin his search, he checked the documents and found that all had been processed. Among them lay a note addressed to him. It read, "I'm taking a vacation in the Mortal world. Don't come looking for me. Give my regards to Ares. Goodbye, Serenity."

Ron, eyes wide with disbelief, muttered incredulously, "Vacation in the Mortal world?"

With a momentary pause, he screamed with disbelief, his voice echoing, "Queen...."

Meanwhile, Serenity strolled leisurely, her anticipation building as she headed towards the Mortal realm. It had been ages since she last ventured beyond the palace walls, reminiscing about her previous trip to the Terra realm, the domain of mortals.

Pausing before a large, gleaming white portal, she smirked and commanded, "Make way for me."

The gate obediently responded, glowing brightly as Serenity stepped through. In an instant, she found herself amidst the Terra sky, observing mortals bustling to and fro. A warm smile graced her lips as she murmured, "Mortals, I'm back."