Chapter three

He turned around as he noticed Roselyn was not following him, he raised an eyebrow to say:

"Do I have to force you t.."

she quickly rushed to walk behind him before he could even finish his sentence.

'I don't want you to turn me into a toad, asshole. He's one of the most handsome boys I've ever seen, with his straight teeth and prominent jaw. But I know from experience how all the most handsome boys happen to be also the most arrogant mean assholes.'

She thought as she pictured herself showing her middle finger in front of him, she would do that but she needed to be certain that he was harmless, first.

"I'll take it as a compliment." he replied, smiling lightly nonchalantly.

She looked at him confused.

"I can read minds. I have to warn you in case you weren't smart enough to realize that I was answering to your thoughts."

Rosalyn widened her eyes, in shock, that meant that she couldn't be able to think about anything without him to know.

She couldn't hush her thoughts, even if she wanted to.

All that new world was too way complicated for her and she felt like she didn't even belong that.

"Your destiny is already written and you still do not understand how lucky you are. Millions of girls would pay to take your place."

He talked like he was reading a script as he wasn't showing any visible facial emotion at all.

Roselyn wondered if he may be a robot due to his lack of empathy.

She put her hand over her mouth as she remembered that he could read his mind, but it was too late. Indeed, he rolled his eyes. She must have been careful.

"I'm not a robot, Roselyn. Now take off your clothes." He commanded, with an annoyed voice.

"I have a boyfriend. Just because I think you're hot, doesn't mean I will have sex with you." she stated, folding her arms.

"Don't worry, not my intention. You're not my type anyway. Now hurry up, wear this." He said sharply as he handed her a very tight suit, probably made of leather.

"Black doesn't suit me." she noted, checking the bodysuit's elasticity and shrugging handing it back to him.

"Fine. Then, you'll have to walk through storms and fire in your pajamas." He rolled his eyes.

"Turn around."

She finally say getting ready to change.

She wasn't very comfortable being watched getting undressed. The suit, however, was not helping, it was extremely thigh and uncomfortable. She had to stretch it in order to make it fit her curves. She was thin but still had a pretty toned butt, due to her workout and genetics.

Andreas turned around and raised an eyebrow, he stared at her body for a few seconds and then talked again:

"If it's too small I.."

"So now you're calling me fat." Rosalyn said, getting upset and folding her arms.

She hated to be so paranoid and touchy but she couldn't help it.

"I'm not. It's just that you need to be comfortable."

Rose rolled her eyes, hardly believing his answer.

"We need to go Enchantress." He said walking away.

"This dream is boring. Where are the enemies to fight?" She started laughing before he could open the door. Her joke wasn't funny to him, as he glanced at her.

"Roselyn, listen, where's your mom?" He asked in an arrogant tone of voice.

She looked at him confused. "She's at home."

He scratched under the lock of the door with his fingertips, until a letter was revealed.

Roselyn's eyes filled with tears, that letter was familiar to her.

"Your real mom, not your stepmother. She left you when you were three. She was very powerful and she had this rune on her left shoulder." She nodded.

It couldn't be a dream because she barely could remember that sign and picture it but on the wall it was digged in perfectly. That was the proof that she needed, but it wasn't making her feel any better. On the contrary, she was now confused and concerned at the same time.

"You're an Enchantress. Being an Enchantress is a privilege for wizards and sorcerers. Your powers are very hard to manage, and that's why I'm here with you. I'll teach you how to control them, how to appreciate them. I also have to inform you that I don't like lies and that I always find out when people are lying, so I suggest that you avoid any behavior you used to have in the past."

"Seriously?" She interrupted his speech, her voice broke.

It was too much to deal with, he seemed to know everything about her, he knew about her mom, and now even about her difficult past. How dare him to make assumptions and treat her like that?

The behavior he was referring to was probably the fact that two years ago she used to drink a lot, and do drugs. She was not feeling good about herself and, as many teenagers do, she was trying to forget all her problems partying, sleeping with a different boy every night, and doing drugs. Not that it helped. Conversely, it was making her feel bad. But still, somehow, she was forgetting for a night all her problems and everything she went through.

Then she met Mark, who held her hand and helped her to have a fresh start. She gave up her rebellious life to start a new one. She found herself again, she quickly regained the love and trust of her parents and, in a few months, she was finally sober.

He completely ignored her saying to continued his speech:

"Today I'll help you to explore your powers. I'll show you what you're capable of." He was starting at her, waiting for an answer. She nodded.

She wasn't figuring out what her purpose was there. But his attitude wasn't giving her any chance to disobey.

He took her hand and they both walked through that door.

It led them to a gloomy forest, but there wasn't any plant or tree left.

"Are you ready?" He asked aloud.

"Yes." She murmured unsure.

She wasn't ready at all, and they both knew that.

But for the first time in her life, she felt like she was doing what she was supposed to do. Finally finding out the truth about her mom was her main purpose and that sign Andreas showed her, was making her feel a step away from doing it.

She now had the certainty that it was not a dream and, for some reason, it was making her happy.

Maybe her mother wasn't missing, maybe her mother was still alive, looking for her. And it was her task to find out.