SILVER-HEART
Chapter 30: Are You a god?

Chapter 30: Are You a god?

I opened my eyes and I was back at the orphanage, from my view I could see the others playing and I just sat on the swing watching them. My eyes descended to my lap and found my hands holding unto a sunflower.

"You always smile so brightly," I said. "I wish I can too" but it was just my 6-year-old self talking to a flower I plucked earlier. "Do you think there are happy endings?"

"Hey look Ava is talking to a flower again" a boy suddenly called out and I gasped raising my head, and before I knew it I was gathered.

One of the boys ripped the flower from my hand and squeezed it. "Witch!" and then they laughed.

My eyes grew teary but I didn’t want to cry in front of them... I didn’t want to give them that satisfaction, so I quickly rose to my feet in an attempt to run away but someone just had to put a foot forward and I yelped, falling on my face into the mud. More laughter came, and it played in my head over and over again hunting me.

"Alright kids enough, time for lunch" a voice came and they dispersed.

I forced my body to sit up and faced our very first caretaker, the very one I knew ever since I was little, and showed me little affection.

"Are you okay, Ava?" she offered me a smile and then a hand which I took.

"Now let’s get you cleaned up," she said, holding my hand about leading me away but I didn’t move merely because of what I was seeing.

"What’s wrong?" she asked me.

"There’s..." I didn’t know if I should say it or not but she was nice to me and I wanted her to know. "There’s death around her" The aura hanging over her wasn’t her usual dark one but something more suffocating and dark hanging over her like death itself.

"What?" she said amused, clearly not believing my words.

"I-It’s the truth"

She frowned and then pulled her hand away from my grip and I saw fear in her orbs. "That’s enough... go get wash up"

I opened my mouth to speak but her looks gave me a warning. I shut my mouth and walked ahead but I sneak peek from behind watching her. That was the last day I saw her... Mrs. Potter. She died the next day.

And I was blamed for the cause...

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I gradually opened my eyes... My dreams were my past, a past that was engraved in my memory. I groaned when I met the ceiling of the bed. I was on the bed... Weakly I took my time to look around, just like I thought this wasn’t my chambers and it looked oddly familiar, my eyes scanned around and then it centered to my front and I found William standing there just at the foot of the bed, dressed in just his robe and pants, I could see his chest peeking from the dark robe. My cheeks heated when I realized what I was heavily concentrating on.

"What were you dreaming about?"

His sudden question caught me off guard, I tried to move but I couldn’t, I felt too weak.

"Your body is tired you cannot move"

I darted my eyes back to him, the silence was quite clear after, and also demanded an answer to the question he asked.

"The past" I began but I wasn’t so sure I wanna talk about it, it wasn’t a good memory for me. I managed to turn to the side because that was a comfortable enough position for me. When I did I noticed a small towel on my head dropped to the bed.

I heard footsteps and then the bed deepened. I realized William was seated on the bed now. He grabbed the towel and placed it on the bowl I noticed on the nightstand with the candle on it, but it wasn’t lit.

"Remembering a past that was cruel to you," he says, feeling the candle with his thumb. It mysteriously lit up and my eyes trembled, that was magic.

"The mortal realm is always cruel to fairies, and even if they wished for death they cannot have it for it is not their realm to die"

I took in everything he said and it played in my senses. Does this mean all this time and opportunities I had to die but yet I couldn’t... was it because I’m a fairy? Even when Mrs. Potter died and I was blamed, I was merely convinced I wasn’t burnt at the stake as a witch because they needed more children to collect money... that doesn’t seem to be the reason but yet because I was a fairy.

"Are there other fairies in the mortal realm?"

He faces me. "At the time no. You’re the last"

I narrowed my eyes at his words and what he meant by them.

"Times are changing, gods will have no attachment to the mortal realm and bloodlines are awakening... when the time comes the mortals and the magical creatures will understand the risk of mixing bloodlines, only gods have that power but they don’t"

I didn’t quite understand what he said but I was able to grasp something and now knew there were more magical creatures, there weren’t just fairies but there were more, and two bloodlines of different magical creatures cannot mix, for the ’Mortals’ in the mortal realm is a high risk for them, Only gods can... there were gods too.

"Are you a god?" I asked clearly, remembering back at the auction when I was sold to him, the Grandmaster called him the fox god. So that’s it? He’s a god that is why, he wasn’t just a warlock but a god too. A god who was the arbiter and protector of the holy library. In the books I read I came across the Holy Library being mentioned many times... said to be the first knowledge of the world and the reason why each century in the Mortal realm ideas are made, new knowledge and inventions were discovered, the library was the center of it all, the very importance of mankind.

My thoughts went numb when William leaned to me, my hands resting at the side of my head squeezed together.

"Not entirely true"