[Completed] Amaryllis And The Labyrinth Of Magic

Season 1: Chapter 1

Once upon a time, in the realm of Gods and Goddesses, a lone human infiltrated their divine world. He was a destitute wanderer. Seeking refuge from the other deities, he sneaked into a palace, assuming the guise of a common labourer. Unfortunately, his ruse was uncovered by Aurelia, the Goddess of wealth, not long after. Desperate to save himself, he seized her by the neck, threatening to end her life if anyone dared approach. Subsequently, he transported her from the Celestial realm to the mortal world, coercing her into marriage.

Unbeknownst to him, as he fled back to the mortal realm, the Goddess left behind a fragment of her jewellery. Soon, other deities discovered her location, and Aurelia was rescued. The Goddess punished the man, declaring, "This place is where my last diamond fell." She encircled him, proclaiming, "Your soul shall be trapped here, never to escape." While she cursed him, she blessed the land for its kindness, naming it Diamanto. In this realm, poverty was banished, wealth abounded, and the river perpetually gleamed gold. Winter never touched Diamanto, for it became the realm blessed by Aurelia. Over time, the man transformed himself into a labyrinth, a dwelling for negative spirits—The Labyrinth of Magic, one of the deadliest mazes in existence.

"What do you glean from this, Amaryllis?" My uncle's words cut colder than winter. His silver hair, akin to mine, cascaded like a snowstorm. Today, that storm had a target—the one who would face demise.

"Don't attempt deceit," I retorted, pondering my earlier actions.

He continued, "In the course of time, this tale evolved into a lesson for young boys and girls, teaching respect for women. Centuries later, women emulated the Goddess, donning veils post-marriage. What did you learn from what I said now?"

"I shouldn't wear Aunt's veil without permission. Ah!"

I tumbled to the floor, the book suspended by magic crashing down. "Leave," my uncle's apathetic command echoed.

I rose silently, bowing, and limped away. After finding out what I had done, he called me in his study and asked me to stand on one foot, reading until his signal. The last fall intensified the pain in my leg. I had already fallen two times before and it hurt but he asked me to stand up and continue reading disregarding the fact that I was in pain.

But now that I was in my room, I felt more at ease. Slumping on the floor, relief washed over me. My foot throbbed from the enforced stance. Was it wrong to desire a glimpse of myself in a veil?

Approaching the mirror, I applied medicine to my sore cheek. It stung—a consequence of my aunt's forceful slap. My reflection revealed a crimson hue on my cheek, likely the reason for the servants' shock while I was coming back.

Why the animosity? Sharing Uncle's silver hair and blood, was it because I mirrored my father? Why this disdain?

Head bowed, a knock interrupted. Who? Uncle? Aunt?

"Amy," a tender voice; it's Luka's. "I am coming in."

"Luka!" Relief flooded me; it wasn't Uncle or Aunt.

"Show me," he said, inspecting my hit cheek. Reciting a spell, a green light emitted, healing my bruise. "Look in the mirror."

My cheek appeared normal, a testament to Luka's spell. "Was it mother or father?" Concern laced his voice.

"Your mother, my aunt," I replied, avoiding eye contact. I didn't want to delve into the pain. I was upset wondering why did they loathe me?

"Why?" Luka inquired.

"I tried one of her veils without permission."

"Why would you do that?"

"Just because."