OF COURSE, NO ONE ANSWERED ME BACK! I'm totally alone in the woods, after all. Who would even answer me in here? A ghost? Moondust?
That thought made me laugh in the middle of such a confusion of feelings. I would be scared shitless if Moondust answered me. Can you imagine? A horse talking?
Although that would be possible if it was a spirit that took the form of a horse. But it's not the case for my girl here. I turned my gaze to her, just to be sure. When she stared back at me without making any sound, I focused on the problem before me.
Taking the opportunity to start putting everything together and try to see the whole picture. Because from the moment I died until now, lots of things happened one after another. Initially, I felt as though I was being blown off by a cold wind, which froze me inside out as the wind entered my mouth.
Could that be the moment where everything happened? But that would mean this wasn't given to me when I died, but before it happened. And if this is the case, what caused this?
Well... not what, but who? Who did this? And why?
Then there's the moment I signed the contract about my deal with Mr. George, using that magical bloody diamond pen. Because I felt the familiar feeling of ice magic when I used it. Although I thought nothing about it at the moment, thinking it was just a strange side effect.
I guess I was wrong.
There's also what happened in the carriage. Pierre's milkshake got frozen like a popsicle when I was drinking it. At that moment, it was reasonable to presume that it was caused by some jerk who was trying to prank me. And it made me blindly angry.
Now, I feel stupid.
If what dad said is right... the breakfast table got frozen, together with the chairs and the food. Which not-so-coincidentally happened right after I got out of the room. And my emotions were all out of control because of our conversation.
In addition to that, now there's this snake too. This bitch got frozen from head to the end of her tail, and there's no one else to blame for it but me.
But... me!
When the realization strokes me, a tear rolled down my cheeks, but it stopped. I swallowed hard, touching my face with all the caution possible, and then I felt it. The tear froze on my cheek. But it didn't hurt like it was supposed to.
I'm losing my mind now, and it made me laugh like a psycho. I fell to the ground, not giving a damn about the dead monster lying close to me. Staring at my hands. At myself.
"Fuck... what the fuck is happening to me?" I exclaimed with a crazy smile on. "I don't want to get so excited. My relationship with everybody, all the dreams I used to have, my reputation, my life as it was... everything was destroyed when I had my magic stolen from me. If it really came back, what am I supposed to do?" My eyes went to the sky, helplessly waiting for an answer from the Goddess, but I heard nothing.
Still laughing, I covered my face with my hands.
"I really lost it, didn't I?" Again, there was no reply. "One thing is for sure, I have to keep it a secret until I can control this," I let the sunlight cover my face again while my hands fell on my knees. "But can I hide it without controlling it?"
The response to that was very much a 'maybe'! If it's a maybe not or a maybe yes, I'll only know when I try. But it means I'll have to stay as far away as possible from the people who are as sharp as I am in sensing magic.
And THAT will be very difficult. Probably more difficult than controlling the magic itself. However, I'll have to make it work! Otherwise, an uproar might happen, and neither can I nor want to deal with the consequences. At least, not yet.
Now, I can't help but question what happened to me to recover my ice magic. I'm sure I regained it when I was on death's bed, still as a twenty-seven-year-old. That means the amount of magic in my body is what I could wield before in my adult body.
So, I believe it will be difficult for me to master this, but not-at-all impossible. I'm a prodigy. I can make it happen. Though it won't be as easy. It's been almost 10 years in this body and 23 years since I last had my magic running through my veins. Because of that, I'm not used to it anymore.
I looked at my hands and then turned to the frozen snake on the ground. Letting a smirk spread on my lips. "Whereas I confess that the feeling I felt was quite familiar," then I kneeled in front of the dead hideous creature, staring at it with disgust, and my eyebrows raised. "But killing you like this was Goddess-damn satisfying!"
My eyes focused on the arrow on the snake's head, and yes, I was right after all. The scent of magic was so pungent that it made my stomach sick. And the bitter smell of the dead snake wasn't helping at all.
Taking the arrow out of its head, I analyzed its state in a better way. It was tainted with the bitch's black blood. "It seems like I indeed recovered my magic, hm!" Now I can believe it. There's enough proof.
It's not funny nor sad. It's infuriating.
I wish I had gotten this back before. But I'm glad I did it now.
And this is one more reason for me to believe that Bob is involved with whoever sent me back to the past. If it isn't the same damn person. However, I still don't get the reason.