AN: Well, this is the first story I write in English, sorry for the mistakes, but it's not my language. I have the story from beginning to end, but the updates may vary in time, for translation and revision.
If there is an error, let me know. Tank you.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sofia the first. only have Mael.
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~SOFIA~
Sofia had gone to bed, the only thing she had left in her life was a sad shack, a small bed, and the most beautiful of memories of her love, her "little bundle of joy", a boy of just 3 years old , his milky white skin, his hazel eyes and his hair, the deep memory of what he had lost, a black bush with two platinum strands on his forehead.
She leaned back caressing her son's nose, sung sweet notes to lull him, the night was cold, spread a blanket over them trying to sleep. She straightened once her son was asleep, hugged her legs with her arms and buried her head, trying that her crying will not wake her partner.
The morning arrived, the flashes of light came through her window, she got up from the bed, put her feet in her only pair of slippers, and on her way to the kitchen, She prepare a little coffee, a taste she acquired after so many years that she had passed with her sorcerer. She took the first sip, and could not avoid a gesture for the bitter taste, she had never liked it, but she kept preparing it in the hope of sharing a cup more with him.
She searched between one of her bag's bags, the bag was spellbound, as they did not last in one place for long, although now that her lover was not there, she was not sure if she should stay in that place, or keep hiding and changing of residence.
After a few minutes of not being able to find what she was looking for, take out Cedric's family wand from the pocket hidden in her dress, with a wave of the wand, a book jump out of the bag, she took it in the air, caressing the leather cover with black and gold letters, she hugged her against her chest and then went back to bed with her son.
She approached her son and taking his temperature, she realized that his fever had returned, she searched the book in a hurry looking for the ingredients for the potion, she really hoped to have everything would need, and not have to go to the Town to look for ingredients, or have to ask for help from certain people.
Sofia took the ingredients out of the suitcase, put them on a table and improvised with what she had on hand and began to create the potion.
-Momy ... Dady?.- a sweet voice singing on the other side of the room.
-Hello baby, he will come ... he is ... looking for ingredients for the potion.- Sofia said to reassure the child.
-again? - the boy asked.
She just nodded and looked out the window, while she was still grinding the ingredients, took them to the cauldron and a cloud of pink smoke came out, which meant that she was on the right path, rummaged three times in a clockwise direction and then she added a drop of tree sap, a second explosion and the potion turned green, took out a jar and, with a spoon, approached her son, the child hid among the sheets.
-No!, Ugly! No! - Said hiding more to the sheets.
-We go Mael you need to take this, so you feel better-
-No, not you, dad, yes-
Sofia's heart sank into her chest, and a tear slid down her cheek. she wiped the drop with the back of her hand.
-Come on Mael, just this time, agree-
The boy came out of the sheets and accepted the spoon of the potion.
-Wormy- the boy sang pointing his finger at the window, where the crow sat waiting to be opened.
Sofia open the window for the crow, shook its wings and settled on a table. He was soaked, Sofia had sent him two days ago to look for Cedric, but apparently he had no news of where he had gone.
Fearing the worst, she tried to decide what she should do, with her sick son, her lost sorcerer, and a small portion of ingredients to continue making the medicine she needed.
-wormwood? Do you think I should? -
-Sofia, I do not know, he had never been so late, and ... I could not find his trail-
Sofia nodded -we have one more day, we'll wait ... if he does not come back ... then we'll go-
she changed clothes, put a cloak that covered her head and part of her face, took her son and covered him in the same way, left the house, and went to the market for food, spending almost all the coins she had left, and she could only get some apples, and a little rice, she went back to her house and prepared a soup, for her and her son, luckily Wormwood could get food on her own.
The day passed between games with her son, sitting in the small garden of her house, wormwood hover nearby, and she looking in the direction where her sorcerer had gone the last time she saw him.
to be continue...
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