Then you can face Gale and ask your questions without anything to fear.
That way, youâll always have a way out.
â
Debraâs POV:
I stopped talking.
I understood that my mother had a point.
The best plan was to become the supreme witch first and then go after Gale for answers.
Yet, I couldnât stop worrying about my mother.
It was hard to picture what she had gone through during her missing years.
Why hadnât she been able to return?
Was she still alive or had she passed away?
What was her situation Like?
One question after another flooded my mind, making it impossible for me to remain composed.
Overwhelmed by my concerns, I expressed them.
âMom, Iâm worried that waiting any longer could put you in danger.
Gale was once kind to me, but sheâs been acting oddly lately, and I think she sent those trying to kill me.
Iâ¦â
The more I talked, the more my panic grew, and a terrible feeling intensified inside me.
âIâm really frightened now, afraid that she knows your location and might use that knowledge to hurt you.
â
The idea that my mother had embarked on a journey for my sake, leaving her destiny uncertain, caused me to cry without restraint.
Noticing my upset expression, my mother offered comforting words.
âDonât worry, Debra.
Anxiety will only make you more confused.
Donât act hastily.
If evil captures you, all the years Iâve spent would go to waste.
â
My eyes cast downward, tears streaming down.
âBut Gale is the only one who knows where you are.
If I donât confront her, how will I ever find you?â
Though my mother was right there before me, I couldnât physically reach her, which added to my sorrow.
With emotion in my voice, I uttered, âMom, I miss you so much.
Not a single day has gone by without me yearning for you and wishing you would come back! When will I be able to see you again?â
Tears formed in my motherâs eyes too, revealing her deep longing for me.
âDebra, I miss you as well.
â
As she uttered, she extended her hand, softly caressing my face.
Although it was only a projection and she couldnât actually make contact with me, at that moment, I felt her touch, tender and careful, as if she were handling the most valuable treasure in the world.
âMomâ¦â My eyes were full of tears, and I couldnât stop crying.
My mother seemed like she wanted to cry too, but she resisted the tears, saying, âI really want to come back and see you, to find out how youâve been doing.
But if Iâm not there yet, it means I still havenât found a way to help you.
My dear, we will reunite one day.
â
I could only nod, as my complaints dissolved into tears.
Seeing me so distressed, my mother tried to comfort me, âDebra, please stop crying.
Iâm starting to disappear and our time is running short.
Promise me that youâll stay strong and look after yourself.
â