Love Agreement With The King

All the cracks gathered around the bottom of the cage and suddenly the structure that trapped her broken. Pieces of crystal began collapsing down. Roselyn snuggled up to protect herself, shutting her eyes in fear.

After few minutes she returned to the cage, the sage was scrutinizing her, and he cupped his chin, tilting her head.

"I can't believe it, " he said in a low voice, his long thin fingers were tapping nervously on the floor while he looked at her in disbelief.

"What did you find out?" John asked, his eyebrow were arched, and the lady could recognize the familiar upset expression.

The sage gestured with his hand. By doing so the plants that were wrapping their feet slowly untightened their grip, freeing their feet. The couple moved their feet to expel the tingling feelings for having kept the same position for several minutes.

The old man cleared his voice. "I apologize." He said in a frightened voice as he bowed his head in front of her.

Roselyn looked at him and John, darting their eyes in a desperate search of answers. What did he find out about her? And why was she inside a crystal ball?

After taking a long breath, the old man finally provided them an explanation.

"The test I practiced on you was one of the less common, as most people get stick inside the crystal ball unable to get free. Even some of the strongest creatures failed that test."

John groaned from afar, "you had to ask me before testing her with that insane practice."

The sage ignored him and kept his gaze on the lady while he continued, "It is indeed a dangerous test, but it also is the most precise one. Based on your reaction and what you do to get free, your nature comes out. When you screamed, and the structure broke, I saw what you are and what you are capable of."

Roselyn swallowed the lump that formed in her throat for the nervousness.

"You're a fairy of life."

The sage's answer didn't give her much information, because she didn't know what being a fairy of life meant.

"I thought they all were extincted." John whispered. He seemed he didn't believe what he heard.

The sage finally turned around and replied to him, "I thought that too."

Then his gaze returned to Roselyn to smile at her.

"Being a fairy of life is the rarest creature that exists in the supernatural world. There were just a few of those thousands and thousands of years ago. The name came from their capability of creating life by bringing back to life the plants and dead animals. Have you ever experience the telekinesis? Moving objects telepathically and linking to someone's mind?"

She nodded shily. The sir smiled, "the powers of a fairy of life also a banshee, are usually developed slowly when the banshee become mentally stronger. But just like every great gift and power, it has the most drastic consequences. Life is deeply linked with death, which means that you can often see what people experienced before dying and that is the reason you saw King William."

It all made sense now, in a scary way. She had never developed her powers before because she didn't experience her charactr's growth, like the sage said.

"What other things can a fairy of life do?" she asked. From the corner of her eye she gazed at John, whose face became pale and his eyes widened.

"You will find out soon," the sage replied.

John with a stealthy run reached them and groaned. "Nobody has to know what you are." He murmured. His voice was threating the sage and his pupils dilatated while his eyes became of an intense dark red.

"I won't tell anyone," the sage replied. He seemed not to be scared at all.

"I won't tell because you will do me a favor," he said, pointing at the lady before John could harm him.

Roselyn shook her head. "Please." He said, shaking her hand. John frowned his eyebrows and a low groan escaped his lips, gazing at the man who grabbed her future wife's hand.

"You just have to tell me how my wife died. And if you do, I will keep your secret for the rest of my infinite years."

She looked at John, asking to approve, but his eyebrows were still knitted down in anger. "Try me." He whispered.

"I will help you." Roselyn hastily said she didn't want John to be harmed, and she didn't know what the sage was capable of.

"No!" John commented, nodding no with his head. "Your powers are not developed yet, they can kill you."

"I can do it," she repeated, probably to reassure herself, not only him.

The sage smiled, "thank you. Thank you." He wrapped his hands around her in a genuine embrace.

"I will own you a big favor." He whispered before leaving the room.

"Don't do it." John murmured, but she smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek. "I love how much you trust my capabilities." She joked, and a light chuckle escaped from his lips.

"Just be careful, " he said, looking at her straight into her eyes.

The last time she used her powers, she felt sick and warned off. Only God knew what could happen to her if she tried to use her powers again. John didn't want to lose another person he deeply cared about, he would never forgive himself.

The sage arrived, carrying a pearl necklace.

"This is the necklace my wife wore the day she died," he explained as he slowly walked in front of Rose. He handed the necklace to her.

Just by looking at it, Roselyn felt a shiver. She heard inaudible voices coming from that object calling her name.

She shook her head and tightened her eyes as those voices were giving her headache. All she had to do was touch that necklace. She slowly stretched her hand, taking a long breath.. Her heartbeat increased, but she tried to gather all the courage left in her body to finally touch the object.