"Mother, I want to write a story too. Something simple but sweet." young Eve held the parchment and read it with a jealous expression on her face when Elsa smiled at her.
"One day, you will make legends, my daughter. You are destined for great tasks. But for that, you have to be stronger. Or I will never let you face the dangers." Else took Eve in her arms and then looked at the parchment in her hands with a conflicted look on her face.
"Till then, I will keep this parchment safe for you. How about we take it with us for the meeting with Damien. You can read it together later?" Eve nodded at once as she wrapped her arms around her mother.