Chapter 37 - The Book (2)

"Cresce," Wylard said, taking a closer step towards her, but a barrier is formed around her, making it impossible even for a hybrid to approach.

Wylard sighs and decides to sit at one of the chairs inside the library, examining his nail before he looks at her direction once again. She is standing there, near the open window, staring at the dark cloudy night, as the moonlight accentuated her presence and features, a sorrowful expression plastering her face.

"She will open it, huh?" she whispered.

"Isn't that what you want her to do?" he asked, a little irritated.

Cresce turns around, her magical golden eyes gleaming with soft blue around the edges, just like everyone has talked about her. The one with many names and appearances. Her pale white skin, soft pink lips and golden hair glowed in the night, a presence not anyone could witness.

"She will be in despair, though, and he will have to fight for her. Just like his father," she said, eyes staring at nothing in particular.