FROM THE ASHES (REVAMPED)
CH I: The Myth of Icarus
“Fly as high as you wish, flower,” her mother once said, “but be mindful of the sun. Warmth can only last so long before it burns.” Her words, emanating from her gentle, cherry-coloured mouth, echoed in her head over and over like a mantra, a promise, a lesson. Rose Evans, a woman of rich auburn hair and an undeniable youthful shine, spoke about the world in a way that demanded to be listened to: cryptic, wise and unforgettable. Always unforgettable. Lily could still picture her: kneeling down, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, softly kissing her forehead. The remains of Lily’s seventh birthday were everywhere around them: empty teacups, a light-pink tablecloth, glittery wrapping paper and all sorts of costumes and dolls lying on the floor. All lovely and bright. The Evanses didn’t have much, but what they lacked in goods they made up for in spirit. It had been Lily’s seventh birthday and, after an afternoon of playing with all of her friends, she confessed her one birthday wish. Lily Evans wanted to fly.
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