Her eyes… were different.
Sharp. Bright. Powerful.
Joy’s heart skipped.
“Mama…?” she whispered.
The old woman smiled slowly.
“You have a good heart, Joy.”
Joy stepped back, confused. “What… what is happening?”
Before she could understand—
A sudden wind blew through the compound.
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The dry leaves began to swirl.
Joy’s eyes widened in fear.
AT THE SCHOOL – LATER
Assembly had ended.
Classes had started.
Still no sign of Joy.
Madame Rose was already angry.
“Tracy!” she called.
Tracy stood up lazily. “Yes, ma?”
“You said Joy followed an old woman?”
“Yes.”
Madame Rose picked up her cane.
“Go and find her. Bring her here immediately.”
Tracy frowned. “Me?”
“Yes, you!” Madame Rose snapped. “You were the last person with her.”
The class went silent.
Tracy hissed quietly but grabbed her bag.
“Fine,” she muttered. “Let me go and look for that village girl.”
BACK AT THE COMPOUND
Joy’s heart was pounding.
The old woman walked slowly toward her.
Each step felt… different.
Not weak.
Not slow.
But powerful.
“You chose kindness over comfort,” the woman said.
Joy swallowed hard. “Mama… who are you?”
The woman stopped in front of her.
Then—
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