The Ancient Curse (Cecillia's Point Of Views)

On the way home, I tried to calm myself. My father and my mother looked very happy. Why didn't they ever laugh like that when they were with me? Was I really used as an exchange for their happiness? I tried to forget about it and focus on myself. I had to be happy too. 

I touched Amadea's black fur. I had promised to accept the man completely after this. We were back inside Birwick Mountain, and this would probably be the last day I saw my parents. I didn't want to see my mother or father anymore because I knew, every time I saw their happy face without me beside them, I would be hurt deeply.

Instead of harboring hatred with their happiness, I would rather just forget it and never look back. I hugged Amadea's neck for a moment and buried my face in his thick fur, looking for warmth. 

Then, I could feel Amadea's body changed form, and I was behind his back who had changed into a human form. Amadea put his hands under my feet to support me, so I wouldn't fall.