Sacred Song

From the age of four, she was kept in a secret chamber at the base of the statue of the goddess. No name, no one speaking to her, no light. She only prayed once, day after day, but never got an answer. Until that day, light appeared. A radiant and beautiful being wiped away her tears and handed her his name: "The meaning of this name is a sacred song. Go and experience your new life." When she woke up again, she became Song New Crete Yulina, the daughter of a duke and a genius at the Royal Academy of Magic. My father is taciturn and only cares silently. Her mother treated her like a treasure and taught her everything in the world. On the surface, her younger brother avoided her, but secretly ate all the candies she left at the door of the training room. She couldn't speak, couldn't write, didn't recognize herself in the mirror, and didn't know how to hold a spoon. But she is learning little by little, learning to say the first sentence that is not a prayer, learning to draw crooked holly leaves, and learning to put her hand into the light when the sun shines in.