14 What The Heart Desires

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" I said with a stern look, staring daggers to his face.

"Of course, I have never been more pleased," he said firmly.

A tear fell from my eye, more came as I sobbed, I looked away, now he saw me cry, he must think I'm weak.

"Seems like you don't have much time, Sylvia," he said.

My fist tightens on the gem, my tears falling more.

He rose to his feet walking to the bed. My teary eyes turned to the window seeing the full moon. Maybe this was it for me, maybe it's my fate to die after a few days of marriage, I weakly leaned on the chair. I felt myself fading but I still raised the gem to my face holding it tightly with my two hands, is this it? Has death come to claim me? I lost consciousness as a memory flooded in my head.

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The skies were pitch black illuminated with stars.

"Tell me, papa, why do my hair glow during the full moon?" 5-year old I asked.

My papa and I were lying in the garden near our small cottage house, watching the stars, one of the many things we did together.

My father smiled.

"Well it's one of the unique things about silver-haired, don't blame your papa for not having much knowledge," he said.

"I don't papa, you already answered my question," I said sweetly as I smuggled closer to him.

He chuckled at my actions. We just laid there watching the skies, my silver hair glowing in the dark.

A sweet memory, a pleasant day I never wished to forget, I always thought my papa would be the first to leave this world because of age... but I was wrong, age wasn't the only thing that can kill you.

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Cedric slowly descended the stairs, his head tilted to the side as he studied Sylvia from where she lay. He could still hear her heartbeat from where she was, so most likely she was still alive, but it was faint and feeble, signifying she was already giving up.

He sat on the couch, assessing her features, her skin paled as well as her lips, her silver eyelashes held bits of ice, her breath was that of cold steam with each feeble breath she took, her silver hair glowing in the moonlight.

Humans... they were always such fragile beings, but in a silver-haired case, they were a mixture of human and fairy beings, but still, they all counted fragile to him, that was always their cycle of feebleness.

A shadow came from the window, moving toward where they were until it stopped, in a mirage of darkness the shadow surges out forming a wolf, fur black in color, eyes red as blood. The wolf bowed slightly, signifying its intelligence.

"Magnus" its deep voice sounds, a sound that of a male.

Cedric paid it no heed but the wolf knew he acknowledged his presence.

The movement of her hand caught their attention, it slowly rolled to the edge of the couch, it was in a clenched fist, but due to her unconsciousness it opened as the gem fell out, but Cedric caught it in a swift action.

It was no longer the gem but rather a butterfly made from it.

The wolf eyes went wide just by seeing it.

"Magnus, she shifted the gem," he said, merely stunned.

Cedric in silence brought up the gem assessing the crafted work conjured by her.

"It appears so," he said in a simple tone.

"What does this mean, Magnus?" the wolf asked with anticipation.

"It means I have caught myself... a unique silver-haired" he said, tilting his head to the side, still observing the gem.

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I groaned, smuggling more against the pillow, my body shaking in pain. But wait a minute, I should be dead, at the thought of that, I gasped as I sat up abruptly. I looked around the empty chambers.

I checked my body, I wasn't cold anymore or more shivering again, I was ALIVE???!

"Oh thank the Lord," I said in a gasp of relief, I thought I was done for... I literally found myself dying at that moment but how, how was I alive, the gem.

I looked around where I lay but I couldn't find it. I was sure I had it with me when I passed out but it was nowhere to be seen.

"What happened last night?"

I was puzzled as I held my head. And more where's Cedric.

The chamber doors instantly barged open as Olivia walked in, her looks were sad and distant but they lit up instantly when she saw me.

she quickly raised her gown off the floor slightly as she rushed to me.

"My Lady, you're alive and well," she said in joy, holding onto my hands, she went teary.

"I didn't say anything to anyone as you promised but I was worried sick, so worried that you wouldn't live through the night, I couldn't sleep" she sobs.

"Hey hey" I hushed her, helping her off her feet because she was kneeling in front of me, the poor girl was practically terrified for my life, she was really sweet and loyal enough not to tell anybody I was dying. By her looks I was older than her, she could be 15 by my guess but she was wise, not everyone at her age was wise, one of the things I got to know back at my Hometown.

"It's okay Olivia, look I'm fine," I said, still amazed by the fact, I actually felt my soul leaving my body, a funny feeling.

"I don't understand, you were so pale last night, the life leaving your eyes... but right now you look well and okay like none of it happened," Olivia said puzzled... she was just as confused as I was, yes I survived but the aftermath of what I passed through in the few days of hell wasn't showing at all.

"You look..." she was stunned.

I rushed out of bed despite my aching body.

I went down the stairs and rushed to the wall mirror framed with a majestic engraved design, gold in color.

I gasped seeing my body, I was well.

"Lord Cedric, where is he?" I demand, he was the one behind everything, and most likely the one with the gem, no doubt about it.

"Breakfast with mother, my lady," Olivia said.

"Get me ready..." I said sternly, I needed an explanation, he was punishing me for what I did to him, I thought I would die but I didn't, what happened then, I needed to find out. "...and let's go have some breakfast"