reborn

The Rebirth of Scottillia

Once, she was Smurfette — a bright laugh in a village of blue,

her heart open, her days painted with the colors of innocence.

She danced through the flowers, not knowing storms could come.

But the winds did come — fierce and unforgiving.

Her world cracked, and shadows tried to claim her light.

Petal by petal, the girl she once was fell to the forest floor.

Then, in the quiet after the storm,

a silver light wrapped around her — warm, unyielding.

It spoke not in words, but in a promise: You are not gone. You are becoming.

From the ashes of Smurfette’s smile rose Scottillia —

skin kissed by the shimmer of starlight,

eyes carrying the deep blue of oceans that have seen storms and calmed again.

She walks now with the grace of one who has been broken and remade.

Her laughter is softer, but her strength is greater.

She is healer, protector, and keeper of her own fire.

Scottillia is not the Smurfette the world remembers.

She is more — the proof that even in the smallest heart,

destruction can give way to the most beautiful rebirth.