The following day, Abigail summoned John for a leisurely walk through the captivating gardens of Avalon, vibrant with the harmonious hum of nature.
With genuine concern, Abigail asked, "John, how does Marguerite seem to you? Is she finding happiness here?"
John shifted his stance, his thoughts turning to the woman he loved. "Marguerite and I have grown closer during our time here. I feel like Avalon has brought out a different side of her, a more peaceful and open side."
Abigail nodded, her eyes gleaming with understanding. "Avalon has a way of bringing out the true essence of a person, allowing them to be vulnerable and authentic. Marguerite is no exception. She's always had a strong spirit, but here, she's been able to let go and be herself. Which is a good thing, because it is of utmost importance that she feels as happy as she can. The happier she is, the more likely it is that she will choose the side of good. I hope you're doing everything you can to ensure that."
Meeting her earnest gaze, John affirmed with unwavering conviction, "Every ounce of my effort is for her, Abigail."
A warm smile played on Abigail's lips, "Your dedication is evident, John. But in Avalon, the bounds of love and care are infinite. We, Avalonians, strive to make your stay here as enchanting and romantic as possible. Have you discovered the joys of our famous baths yet?"
"We haven't," John admitted, shaking his head.
A gleam of enthusiasm lit Abigail's eyes as she described, "Then you must! There's this splendid array of warm baths on the third floor of the grand hall. They're infused with the most divine soaps and scattered with petals. I'm sure Marguerite would appreciate a visit there."
Leaving Roxton to ponder over romantic endeavors with Marguerite, Abigail directed her steps towards another rendezvous. It was time to meet Veronica, but today's meeting was a divergence from the usual routine. Instead of combat training, Abigail had a spiritual lesson in mind for Veronica.
They met in a secluded chamber, its ambiance infused with tranquility. The room was dimly lit, with crystals casting a soft, prismatic glow across the space.
"Today," Abigail began with a serene smile, "we will delve into the spiritual aspects of your training, Veronica. It is as significant as the physical skills you've been perfecting."
Veronica, intrigued by this shift in focus, nodded attentively, ready to absorb the wisdom her mother was about to impart.
Abigail guided Veronica through meditation techniques, teaching her to ground herself and connect with the energy of Avalon. They focused on breathing exercises, visualization, and mindfulness, aiming to strengthen Veronica's spiritual awareness and intuition.
As they progressed, Abigail spoke of the importance of balance, "Harmony within oneself is paramount, Veronica. It fosters resilience and clarity, equipping you to face the challenges that lie ahead."
Veronica fully engaged with the training, delving deep into the spiritual teachings. She learned to balance this new understanding with her combat skills, gradually grasping how deeply the two elements of training were linked.
After the training session, Veronica and Abigail retreated to Abigail's private chambers, a serene and cozy space adorned with soft cushions and warm tapestries. Seated comfortably, they were immersed in a moment of mother-daughter bonding, a quiet and cherished time for both.
Abigail, with a gentle brush in hand, tenderly swept it through Veronica's hair, smoothing out any tangles. The rhythmic motion created a soothing atmosphere, and Veronica felt a warmth in her heart, a connection that had been missing for so long.
Breaking the tranquil silence, Abigail spoke with a voice full of maternal warmth, "Veronica, how have you been finding your time here in Avalon? Are the teachings making sense to you?"
Veronica, her eyes reflecting a mixture of contemplation and newfound wisdom, replied, "It's been an incredible journey, Mother. I'm learning so much, not just about the powers and the plateau, but also about myself."
Abigail's eyes shimmered with pride and understanding, "That's the essence of the spiritual path, my dear. Discovering who you truly are, understanding your strengths, acknowledging your weaknesses, and learning to harmonize with the energies around you."
Veronica, her eyes shimmering with a mix of pain and longing, whispered, "I missed you so much, Mother... Have we really had to be separated for so long?"
Abigail gently set aside the brush, cupping Veronica's face tenderly. "My dear, it was one of the hardest decisions I ever had to make. But certain paths had to be taken for the greater good. Always know that not a day went by without my heart yearning to be with you."
The emotions between them were strong, they shared a deep and comforting embrace, holding onto each other tightly as if making up for the lost years of separation.
After a long moment, Abigail pulled back slightly, signaling to one of her maids. "Please, go and fetch Marguerite," she instructed.
A look of surprise and confusion flashed across Veronica's face.
Abigail, taking a deep breath, said, "You two are sisters in destiny. It's about time you become that in reality as well. Marguerite has endured the most pain out of all of us. We need to provide her with all the love and support we have. It's the only way to ensure she makes the right choices."
Marguerite entered the chamber, her eyes searching the room with a touch of uncertainty. She was adorned in a comfy, wavy dress that flowed with each step, her hair neatly bobbed on the sides, giving her a softer, more relaxed look.
Abigail stretched out a hand in a gentle, inviting gesture. "Come, Marguerite," she beckoned, her voice soothing.
A bit hesitant, Marguerite took a few steps forward, eventually joining them on the plush bed. As she settled in, Abigail took it upon herself to bridge the distance between them all. She reached out, holding both Marguerite's and Veronica's hands in her own. Their hands met in the middle, fingers lightly intertwining in a moment of unity.
With a deep breath, Abigail spoke, "Both of you have been through challenges that have tested your spirits and your strengths. Veronica, your journey has always been about finding where you truly belong, seeking those ties that connect you to the world. Marguerite, your path has been wrought with greater challenges, with pain and heartbreak marrying the way. But here in Avalon, you both have a chance, not just for redemption, but for unity. Sisters in destiny, as I've said. And today, I wish for you both to recognize that bond. To support, understand, and uplift one another. Together, you can be the guiding light in each other's lives."
Marguerite looked at Veronica, her eyes genuine and earnest. "Veronica… Every time I look at you, I really do see a sister."
"Me too, Marguerite. Regardless of the arguments and disagreements we've had."
The two of them embraced and with a tender smile on her face, Abigail rose gracefully from the bed. "I need to check on the preparations for dinner."
She paused at the door, her gaze lingering on the two women for a moment, appreciating the newfound closeness between them. Then, with a final nod, she exited the room, allowing Marguerite and Veronica some private time to strengthen their blossoming sisterly bond.
Marguerite shifted on the cushions, turning more fully to face Veronica. "How has your training been so far? I've seen a change in you."
Veronica took a deep breath, reflecting on her experiences. "It's been transformative. The teachings are deep, and it's not just about combat. It's about understanding oneself, finding a balance between the physical and the spiritual."
Marguerite nodded, looking around at the intricate designs of Abigail's chamber and the distant view of Avalon's ethereal landscapes. "This place, Avalon, it's like a dream. I've never seen anything like it. It's so serene, yet so full of power."
Veronica agreed with a soft smile, "Indeed. It's a sanctuary of sorts. A place where one can truly find oneself."
A brief pause ensued before Marguerite's expression turned playful. "And how about you and Malone… How are things progressing on that front?"
Veronica hesitated for a moment, her cheeks tinting a deeper shade of pink. "Well, I think we are making progress. We've kissed several times since we reunited," she admitted, her voice a bit more hushed.
Marguerite raised an eyebrow, genuine confusion written across her face. "Kissed? Just... kissed? Nothing more?"
Veronica sighed, her eyes looking distant for a moment. "I sometimes feel he's hesitant, probably because of what happened with Phoebe in the Amazon village."
Marguerite nodded, understanding the delicate nature of the topic. "Have you ever brought it up with him?"
Veronica said, "Ned actually brought it up himself. I immediately told him I held no grudges, but... I don't know, there seemed to be more he wanted to say but didn't."
Marguerite looked thoughtful for a moment before speaking, "So, if he's already mentioned it, and you've made your feelings clear, then perhaps there's something else on his mind. Maybe it's not about the past but about the present and future. Sometimes, even when things are out in the open, the weight of them lingers. It might be that he's trying to find the right way or the right time to discuss his feelings further."
Veronica asked, "Do you think I should give him the space and opportunity to share more when he's ready or should I approach him first?"
Marguerite, with a gentle smile, said, "Veronica, look around. We're in Avalon. The Avalonians are bending over backward to make every moment here feel magical and romantic. So, instead of overthinking it, just... indulge in it. Embrace the magic. Let yourself be taken by the moment. And if you're open and interested in deepening your connection with Ned, give him those subtle signals. A touch, a look, a smile. Let him know that you're here, in this magical place, ready to explore whatever comes next."
Veronica chuckled softly, her eyes glistening with gratitude. "You know, Marguerite, I'm starting to see the perks of having a more experienced friend by my side. Thank you. Truly." Marguerite laughed, squeezing Veronica's hand in reassurance, the bond between them growing stronger with each passing moment.
Veronica tilted her head, a gentle smile on her face. "What about you and Roxton? I've noticed you have grown a lot closer here in Avalon."
Marguerite's gaze went distant, a soft smile forming on her lips. "Yes. Well, our feelings have been culminating over the years and there was no holding them back any longer. This place... it amplifies everything. Everything is felt more deeply, more passionately."
Veronica looked at her with a tinge of sincere curiosity. "But why did it take you so long to get there? Ned and I, we're inexperienced, kind of weird and awkward. But you and Roxton, you're the total opposite. Yet, it took you three whole years to confess your feelings."
Marguerite paused, reflecting on Veronica's words. A wistful smile played on her lips as she looked back at their journey. "Love is a complex thing. It's not just about the connection or the chemistry, which we always felt. It's about timing, readiness, and overcoming your own barriers. For us, these years were filled with challenges, adventures, and personal battles. We had to face our own demons, understand our deepest fears and desires. It wasn't just about admitting our feelings but being ready to fully embrace them, without reservations or fears. And sometimes, that journey takes longer, even when the love is strong and undeniable."
Veronica smiled warmly, reflecting a happines for her friend. "I understand. I'm really glad you two finally arrived there in the end."
Marguerite returned Veronica's smile, her heart full with the warmth of their friendship and understanding. "Thank you, Veronica." It's these moments of shared joy and understanding that made their adventures in this strange world all the more meaningful.