SILVER-HEART
Chapter 118: The Lost Girl {1}

Chapter 118: The Lost Girl {1}

Ava was not the fairy from the prophecy, even though it was not yet understood she might not even be one. Yes, she does have qualities as a fairy and it was something they were yet to grasp completely. But it still remains that the master’s search will continue.

This was solely the reason Severus asked his master such a thing even though he knew he shouldn’t bring it up, but he knew his master had been thinking about it ever since they found out the truth about Ava.

William remained silent not having it in him to answer, he knew Severus was bound to ask such a question of him, there was no way to escape from it. In fact, William has been pondering this too.

Does his search have to continue?

Does he have to go another search for centuries?

For the very first time, William had not the faintest idea of what to do, but all he cared about right now, and all he was truly centered on was Ava.

It was all about her

"Leave that be first" He murmured and Severus nodded in understanding, he knew his master hadn’t come to a conclusion yet. And he will support his master in whatever decisions he comes to.

"Here," he said, dropping the book before him and William’s distraught attention turned to it. "I found out the difference between the My Lady’s fairy mark and the others"

This peaked William’s attention and he grabbed the book scanning through it, it was just as Severus said. The normal mark of a fairy was indeed a butterfly tattoo but the rest were plain and just an imprint of it, labeled in black color like a natural butterfly drawn on the skin. But Ava’s? Hers was too crafted and the difference was broadly clear.

The vermilion color

The craft

A fairy that was not a fairy and has Elven blood, one who has a connection with the Isle of Pathways... that is Ava.

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"Who are you?"

The voice echoed in my ears resonating in the dark halls, the same dark halls I suddenly awoke in, or was I still asleep? I was scared, confused, and just stood frozen in fear, wanting so badly to come out of this. It gave a funny feeling to my insides, not one that got me excited but nostalgic.

This hall, although dark, looked very familiar, the walls were old, too old, and did not have much of a smooth texture. And the floors were dirty too, having a serious need for a scrub.

A sudden light caught my attention, like a lamp was turned on and although I wanted to remain frozen in this spot I was curious to find out what it was. And so my feet carried me like I was pulled towards that single light.

I made a turn and came in view of something I never thought I would see... suddenly it was day and the lights reflected from the window, windows that made those hunting creaking noises from a single gush of wind.

My eyes scanned the long table having several holes with a stainless plate of bread and brown beans, being savaged by the hungry children quickly like a single pause will make it disappear.

It all came back again, the reflective feeling, the strong sense of intimacy, even as my glassy eyes on the verge of tears scanned the eating children it rested on one, one with dull brown hair and lifeless eyes, eating through the littlest portion ever and yet it was taken from the others as they laughed and eat her little food right in front of her.

She remained silent, not doing anything, her eyes glassy with tears on the verge of spilling, but one thing about this girl... she cried when there was no one and she fought her tears for no one to see.

That is girl is me

The bells rang and everyone rushed out leaving the girl alone, having all left she broke into a feat of tears like the rain itself, this was the only food she was given per week and yet it was taken from her.

Why?

Because she’s different, because she’s hated for no little reason, she’s called cursed a child because she speaks of things that do not make sense, because she caused the death of their first caretaker after she said death hangs around her as a blanket.

I walked to my crying little self, the tears in my eyes already sliding down my cheeks in a silent storm. This wasn’t an image I thought I would ever see, an image of me seeing a small and weaker version of me cry, one who knew only sadness, pain, and loneliness.

A girl who was lost.

"Who are you?"

The voice came again and I blinked more tears that rained from my eyes.

"I’m a lost girl, a girl who was lost in the darkness"

"A lost girl?"

I gasped and turned because the voice sounded nearer this time, and my eyes fell on familiar crystal green eyes.

"W-William?"

I knew it wasn’t him but I can’t deny the sense of comfort that stormed my body at his presence, my pain gone, my tears long dried away and all I could think was my happiness.

My happiness lies with him.

"You’re not a lost girl" he turned his attention to my crying form. "You were never a lost girl, that is what you think you are" his gaze fell back to me and pinned me to the point that all around me was nothing but darkness.

"I will ask again..."

I drew sharply on my breath.

"Who are you?"

His voice shades and he did too, but that was not only the thing that fades but everything entirely until it was just me now standing at the entrance of Thornwell Orphanage and it was raining heavily.

And then I spotted a little girl standing at the gate, she looked drenched in the rain like she had stood there for a long time. In curiosity I walked to her, she didn’t notice me and only kept her eyes on the gate. The closer I got the more familiar she looked.

And as if on cue she turned to me and it struck me.

The girl was me, my 2-year-old self.