Hearing that familiar scream, the princes who were dumbstruck by the beauty of the little girl went a few steps back.
"G-Genevive?" Both princes' stammered.
Genevive didn't care about the princes right now. What worried her the most was why did her face change? She was wearing a formal dress she usually wear when she was at home earlier. And right now, her favorite dress turned into a weird one.
The color turned as white as a pearl, with golden linings. She was eight already at the time so she had little breasts. It turned out to be a little bigger than usual girls her age.. It was covered by a white tube or to be precise, it looked like a bra with the upper corners of it stretched up to her shoulders. Her lower body was covered by a small skirt covering her waist to her middle thighs, and had a longer skirt like a cocktail style skirt. There was a golden rose etched on the corner of the skirt and the weirdest thing was she got a rose tattoo with white petals and golden edges. And her surprisingly long pointy ears.. And she had silver hair with ivory, blue and white thin streaks.
'Since when did I get a tattoo?! How did my hair change?! How did my dress change? What's going on?' When she was about to ask the princes who looked like they saw a ghost, a voice rang across the place.
"Arasina hushainu!"
The princes were confused and looked around to look for the owner of the voice. Genevive on the other hand was looking at a certain place where a big mirror was placed. The voice frightened them but Genevive felt something from her instincts that she should tell the voice who they were. After all she kind of understood what the voice said. Mustering up her courage and she thought to herself.
'I should tell it who I am.. Maybe, he can explain things? But how can I make him understand? He speaks a different language than us!" Before she knew it, words came coming out her mouth.
"Lilakisa Genevive, saravi a Grace an Alan" Genevive said. She realized she had spoken an unknown language. Confused, she turned back to look at Gabriel and George only to find no one around.
"Prince George! Prince Gabriel! Where are you?! Gabriel! George!" She shouted and shouted and searched for every corner of the place. In the middle of searching she heard the voice again.
"You cannot see them here Genevive." The man said.
"Where are they! Who are you! Where is this place!" She demanded. She was so worried about the two princes.
The voice spoke again, this time, he revealed himself.
"Those princes will remain on the other side until I explain everything to you little one." Malorn said. He had a pale complexion, though his eyes were cold and scary, filled with murderous aura which was a little supressed. It sent shivers down Genevive's spine. He had a tall built, he had beautiful dark grey eyes with a tinge of blue. He had silver hair and pointy ears. He had a refined bearing and what Genevive did not miss was that his face, except his eyes and hair and pointy ears, he looked more like her mother..
Malorn wanted to laugh at her reaction upon seing his face but then he remembered just how much their family had suffered over the loss of these two women.. His face turned gloomy, but he quickly changed it to a rather blank look.
"Who are you! What am I-" Genevive said but her words were stopped by the man who spoke.
"I am Malorn, and as I said, I will explain everything to you little one. But you have to calm down first." Malorn said.
Genevive tried her best to calm down. But everytime she wanted to worry kept bugging her and it was making her crazy.. Then after a few minutes.
'Okay, okay. Calm down, calm down. That's it.. Hoo' She finally calmed herself down and turned to look at the direction of the man. When she turned, he was no longer there. She searched over the place the man had been but to her utter suprise, the man showed up behind her.
"Ahhhh!" Genevive was taken aback.
"Ho-how did you get there Mr? You-You were-" She was so confused but she chose to keep her mouth shut after recieving a glare from the man. Then he started talking.
"Genevive, I suppose you know a lot about the legend of this place.." He turned to look at the girl. Genevive shook her head to his suprise.
'Did Grace hate us so much that she didn't tell her daughter about this place? Ever? Well, she did a great job hiding it from her daughter.' He thought. But he realized it was not yet time to get angry about it. He chose to be patient this time.
"Okay, then I will explain everything to you.. This place, is a very special place where your mother grew up. With me.. You see, your mother and I were close and we loved each other.." He suddenly stopped looking sad and melancholic.
Genevive looked at the man and saw his reaction.. 'They loved each other? Wait were they childhood sweethearts? Why does it feel like a their story is like a novel? Did father steal mother when they were young? Or was my mother arranged in a marraige to my father.. Gasp* Or perhaps.. Did my father abduct my mother? 'Before she could continue her theories, the man spoke..
"Don't get it wrong now little one." Came a soft chuckle. "We loved each other because we were siblings.." Now that was the blow that Genevive didn't expect!
"S-siblings? My Mother? A Sibling? How?" Malorn heard doubt in her voice and couldn't help but sigh. Well, it was his fault why the little girl had no idea about it.. So he couldn't blame his sister nor the girl's father.
"Yes, siblings. Grace and I are twins... Although born with different facial features, we are twins. Your mother, bore the face of a human, although our faces are basically the same, your mother had no pointy ears or different colored eyes but she did have something everyone in this entire civilization didn't.. Her powers."
"Uhm. Mr. Can I ask something?" Genevive interrupted him.
"What is it?"
"Can I call you uncle?"
"Sure"
"Okay. Uhm. Uncle what are you exactly?" Genevive asked with question in her eyes as if she had never had any idea of what he was even though it was already obvious. Malorn's face turned dark and he looked at Genevive with confusion.
"Are you dumb?!" Came a very confused tone.
" No uncle. I'm actually just asking you what you really are because I thought you are an Elf and well as far as I know, Elves are extinct. And for a man as tall as you, I wouldn't believe it. Elves are supposed to be teeny tiny creatures and although you have pointy ears like the stories, you're tall so there is no way am I going to believe you're an elf. Maybe you're one of those fairies? No wait, fairies are supposed to be small too. Wait... Maybe you are an elf.. In the Hobbit, the elves were even taller than humans, so there is a possiblity that you are an elf.. But, Elves are supposed to be extinct!" She started pacing from left to right. Then after concluding something she turned to look at the man.