Rebuilding Terra

Sharon stood quietly by the side, like a silent sculpture, but her slightly trembling body revealed the waves in her heart. Her eyes were like being attracted by a magnet, tightly locked on Noelni, and her heart was like a surging wave, with all kinds of complex emotions intertwined, mixed and difficult to describe. Deep in her eyes, her thoughts were like flying snowflakes, fluttering and endless.

Once upon a time, the three sisters of the Alien Tribe were like distant stars in her heart. In her secret inner world, Norni had always been the proud existence of the Alien Tribe that stood high above and was admired by others. The mysterious legend of the three sisters being born from the World Tree seemed to have given them a sacred glow, like a brilliant halo bestowed by God himself, making her feel that it was an unreachable height. The Water of Life, which was regarded as a magical and precious treasure like a rare treasure in people's eyes, seemed to exist only for the three sisters in her cognition, as if it was a gift specially prepared for them. The World Tree, a symbol that seemed to appear only in myths and legends, was like a mysterious brush, adding endless mystery to the three sisters, making them seem to be shrouded in a mysterious mist. She had silently complained about the injustice of fate in her heart on countless silent nights. Why were they born so special, as if from the moment they were born, they were given a superior status by the hand of fate. Those countless self-questions were like sharp thorns that pierced her heart, filling her with resentment and jealousy.

However, fate seemed to be a naughty child who liked to play jokes. Now, all this was like a fog swept by the wind, gradually dissipating and being ruthlessly revealed. It turned out that those things that once made her envy and jealous to the point of almost going crazy were all illusory lies. Norni's specialness was no longer supported by those seemingly sacred and inviolable reasons. But even so, they still exuded a unique light and still occupied an irreplaceable and important position in the alien tribe. And what about herself? In this comparison, she was still as ordinary as a grain of sand in the desert. She could not find any reason to make herself special, as if she could only wander in an ordinary corner forever. She couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a self-deprecating smile, and sighed in her heart that fate was really ridiculous. It just gave her a glimmer of hope, but it was ruthlessly broken in an instant, making her fall into confusion and bewilderment again.

As for Marcella, Sharon's heart was like being caught in a fierce storm, tangled and unable to extricate herself. She knew clearly that Marcella had committed an unforgivable crime. She killed the parents of the three sisters, which was a pain that could never be erased. However, at the same time, Marcella was like a beacon in the darkness when the three sisters were most vulnerable and helpless, giving them meticulous care and attention, accompanying them through countless difficult years. What choice should she make? Should she firmly raise the sword of revenge and kill her to avenge the parents of the three sisters, or should she choose to be tolerant and forgive her for her efforts over the years and let her go? Sharon stood there, motionless, like a statue in deep thought, her eyes empty and confused, as if she was groping for the answer in the dark, but the answer was like hidden behind layers of fog and difficult to find.

After experiencing a thrilling, storm-like fierce battle and the shock of the truth that hit their hearts like a heavy hammer, everyone dragged their tired bodies and slowly returned to the camp. The camp was filled with a unique atmosphere, an atmosphere of fatigue and tranquility, as if it was the gently rippling water in the quiet harbor after the storm. The third sister sat quietly by the campfire, and the jumping firelight was like a smart elf, reflecting her slightly tired but still resolute face. In the silence, she slowly spoke, and her voice was like a stone breaking the calmness of the lake, breaking the silence: "In fact, when you first came to the demon world, everyone was full of disgust and hostility towards you, and there was a reason for this. There was a man named Aslan who secretly said bad things about you behind your back without your knowledge." After hearing this, everyone was stunned at first, as if they were hit by these sudden words, and then, the look of sudden enlightenment gradually appeared on their faces. They realized that behind the previous unwarranted hostility, there was actually such an unknown secret hidden.

Everyone nodded gently, with expressions of understanding and relief on their faces. They knew that in this fantasy world full of mystery and unknown, misunderstandings and prejudices were like ghosts hidden in the dark, and they were always difficult to avoid. But now, the truth was finally revealed to the world, and it was also a solution to the knot that had troubled them for a long time. They slowly sat around the campfire, shoulder to shoulder with the three sisters, like close friends. They began to share each other's stories and deep feelings, and those stories were like twinkling stars, interweaving into a beautiful picture in the night sky. At this moment, it seemed that all the barriers were like ice and snow under the sun, gradually melting and disappearing.

As the bonfire danced cheerfully, like a dancing spirit, the night gradually became darker. The darkness was like a thick curtain, covering the whole world. However, everyone knew that their journey was far from over, and there were countless challenges and secrets hidden in the unknown ahead. They resolutely bid farewell to the Time Square, a place once full of memories and stories, and walked firmly towards the deeper part of the demon world. Every step seemed to carry a firm determination and a strong expectation for the unknown world, as if they were brave explorers, heading towards the mysterious and tempting distance. The footsteps stepped on the ground, making a dull sound, as if it was the echo of their firm belief in their hearts.