"... Is this the paper crane I folded at that time?"
Dana was stunned. She clearly remembered that she successfully cast the first spell, Mage's Hand, and used this spell to fold an awkward-looking paper crane.
But when she showed it to her parents, she was severely hit. Her father turned a blind eye and her mother mocked her. Afterwards, the sad Dana tore the paper crane into pieces and threw it into the trash can.
But why does it appear here
"Ten years ago, when your birthday was approaching, my brother once asked me how to repair the fragments. As an intermediate mage, he didn't understand these manual tasks at all. Now it seems that he should be the one who will tear up the pieces of paper. Collect the pieces from the trash can bit by bit, and then glue them together carefully."
Chester looked at the paper crane in the glass box and explained softly.
"You don't know how happy your brother is after seeing you successfully cast magic. He wishes everyone knew about it. I have never seen such a smile before."
"But why, aren't they very disappointed in me? Don't they think that I have no way of becoming a mage?"
Dana felt her heart beating rapidly, and all the past events came to mind. She suddenly felt confused and fell down on her chair.
"Your parents have never been disappointed with you. They are just not good at expressing their love for you. Look at the bottom of this box. There should be a letter."
Chester pointed at the box, and Dana quickly found an old, wrinkled letter on the base of the box.
There was no signature or addressee on the envelope, just a simple sentence written in common language.
—If you find this storage bag, please give it to our daughter.
The handwriting was a bit messy, and it might have been written in a very urgent situation, but Dana could still tell at a glance that it was her father's handwriting.
She put down the glass box and opened the letter.
To Dana.
At the beginning of the letter, he wrote in a calm handwriting.
"Danna, maybe when you read this letter, your mother and I are no longer in this world, but I still want to say that we love you. This gift is to commemorate your clumsy but breakthrough It was prepared for the first time you cast a spell. Your mother and I didn’t deliberately ignore you. It was just the first time we encountered such a situation. We didn’t know what to do, but we didn’t expect that this would hurt your heart.”
Dana read the letter silently, and she felt that something in her heart that had been sealed for many years was overflowing and was about to burst out.
"Danna, actually your father and I don't necessarily require you to become a great mage. We just want you to grow up in peace and become what you want. Mom loves you."
The handwriting suddenly changed into beautiful cursive calligraphy. Although it was a bit messy, Dana quickly recognized that it was her mother's handwriting. After this paragraph, the writing changed into the handwriting of Dana's father.
"Although I don't know when you will get this letter, or even whether this letter can be delivered, I still want to say to you here, Dana, happy birthday."
Dana was a little lost. The words and memories in the letter were intertwined, making her extremely confused.
In the past, the strict and indifferent parents overlapped with the gentle and kind parents in the letters, gradually turning into two blurry figures.
"This storage bag was originally used by my brother to store experimental notes and paper drafts, but perhaps when the demiplane was on the verge of collapse, he resolutely took away the contents and left this gift instead."
Chester explained that he subconsciously took out the pipe, but suddenly realized something and put it back.
"When this storage bag was delivered to me, there were actually many notes inside the storage bag."
He took out several pieces of crumpled paper, on which were written messages in different handwritings:
"Please transfer it to their daughter—the demiplane of Oppenheim, HPS."
"If anyone knows Dana Christian, please pass this thing on to him—Chase in the mine in Plummer's demiplane."
"Christine, I think I know someone with this last name - the demiplane of Ugra, the charming Hilal."
"You can go to the demiplane of the third star field to find DC."
"If anyone dares to mess with the things inside, I, Gemilan, will be the first to kill him - 'Butcher' Gemilan Lenko."
"Dana Christine, this must be the happiest girl in the world - Brony the Wanderer."
"I haven't found the master in the third star field. Maybe I should try the second star field, or the main plane? But that's really too far, but I will give it a try - Hermes, a demiplane traveler. "
"I found this from a corpse. His hand was holding this thing tightly. I can't figure out why he attached so much importance to this thing - Engel, from the plane of Fiona."
"To add to the above point, I think I can understand the deceased a little bit - Engel, preparing to go to the Kada plane."
... ...
There are many more words like this. All the sentences and all the messages are reserved for this gift to a stranger.
The demiplane of Midgar where the accident occurred is located on the border of civilization, far away from the main plane. This storage bag that was able to survive for some reason must have spanned hundreds of planes, passed through the hands of thousands of people, and stretched for ten years. Years of time passed before it was finally delivered to the place where it should be delivered. As long as there is a problem in one link, it will be lost in this world forever.
But it eventually came back.
The person who picked up this gift, after reading the letter and seeing this gift, chose to pass it on.
Just to protect the little love of a pair of parents for their daughter.
"The couple have been studying demiplanes, trying to describe the structure of the world in the most concise and beautiful language. I think they have indeed achieved it."
Chester sniffed and continued.
"My brother once said to me that their research was to prove that the world is beautiful. In the past, I never understood that in my young mind, the world was full of disputes, inequality, greed and ugliness, but After seeing this gift, I think I can understand a little bit what he meant."
This is not just a simple birthday gift, this is a thesis left by the Christine couple at the end, written by thousands of deliverers and spent ten years together.
It is the simplest and most complex essay that transcends gender, race, plane, and time.
Essay on "Love" and "World".
Dana suddenly recalled that one afternoon that had long been blurred in the depths of her memory, her father rubbed her head, then picked up little Dana, and played on the lawn like an ordinary father and daughter. , while my mother sat aside and watched them playing with a smile.
That was a distant, dreamlike time, which should have been the most precious treasure in my heart. Why on earth did I forget it
With a sore nose, Dana finally couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes. She gently picked up the glass box and spoke in a gentle and light voice.
"Welcome home, Dad, Mom."