Math Is Magic Chapter 2: CHAPTER 2: Mirac Strongold

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In the center of the group of those five people stood a woman with long, wavy auburn hair that reached her shoulders. Dressed in an elegant, pale white gown and wearing a sort of golden crown, the woman was presumably Ginevra, or so Vector guessed. To her right were three young girls who were nearly identical to each other! Triplets, also with brown hair and dressed as elegantly as princesses. “Oh Mother Nature!” Ginevra exclaimed, quickly retracting the hand she had used to remove the blanket draped over Vector, covering her mouth as she tried to hold back her tears. With a voice trembling on the edge of sobs, she turned to the man on her left, addressing him as he continued to gaze incredulously at Vector: “Arthur… Tell me, a-am I… dreaming?! Is it possible that our son is-” Suddenly, before she could finish speaking, the man lifted Vector’s body into the air. As he did so, a broad smile brightened his face. ‘Hey, what are you doing?!’ Vector thought to himself, surprised and frowning as he stared at the man holding him up. ‘Put me down immediately, you jerk!’ “I-Incredible!” Arthur stammered, astonished but joyful. “This isn’t a dream, nor an illusion! Ginevra, my dear: our son has returned to life!” The news caused Ginevra to step back in shock, while the three girls remained motionless, staring at the newborn like marble statues. “H-How is this possible?” asked the girl on the far right. “Our little brother… Is he really alive?!” asked the one in the middle, incredulous. “I can’t believe it!” cried the last one, on the left of the trio, as she burst into tears. At that moment, Ginevra could no longer hold back, and tears began to flow freely from her as well. This time, however, they were tears of joy. “I don’t know how any of this could have happened, my daughters. But it no longer matters!” Ginevra added, simply happy to have her son back alive. Drying the last of her tears, she extended her arms toward the man holding Vector. “Arthur, please, let me hold my beloved son!” Without needing to be told twice, the man with black hair, a short beard, and green eyes—also wearing a golden crown—handed Vector over to the woman at his side. ‘Leave me alone, damn it!’ thought Vector, glaring irritably at both Arthur and Ginevra. The old man’s quick instinct, in a desperate attempt to free himself from those strangers, was to gesture wildly with his hands and arms, without any sense. Like an octopus, he decided to wave his limbs in the air at great speed. But when he tried to do so, finally realizing he could move his body again, he noticed that his arms were shorter than usual. His fingers and hand, too, were miniature—four or even five times smaller than before. Moreover, his skin was healed: no longer wrinkled like that of a grumpy old man, but tender and smooth like that of a child. ‘I know I’ve already asked myself this too many times… But seriously, what the hell is going on here?!’ As he examined his small, fragile hands, slowly rotating them to better analyze the backs and palms, the woman named Ginevra stroked his face with gentle, loving gestures. Occasionally, she would kiss him, then sniff him, then kiss him again, all while moving around the room, dancing merrily and spinning occasionally. ‘Stop, woman! At this rate, you’re going to make me throw up!’ After another couple of spins, the woman suddenly stopped. ‘Thank you…’ After slowly regaining his vision as the world around him stopped spinning, Vector examined the spacious rectangular room where he found himself along with those five strangers. In the right corner, near the door, there was a tall, large oak wardrobe with partially open doors, revealing numerous children’s clothes hanging inside. The room was bright, flooded with sunlight streaming in through the tall, arched windows framed by heavy white velvet curtains, drawn back to let in the warm, golden rays of the day. The walls were simply painted a deep, uniform blue—a color that conveyed calmness and depth,