Closing the black book, Rosella took the white with golden words.
It gives her a solemn and comforting feeling that reached her heart.
When she disposes to open the book, a golden light shone out of it, blinding Rosella's view.
"Again!?" exclaims Rosella, a bit frustrated.
A golden or white light always blind her, making closer her eyes, not letting her see what is going on.
When the light dimmed, she found herself outside the library.
!!!
'What's going on?' Knitting her eyebrows, feeling confused, unsettled and a bit angry. She wants to return inside the forbidden room.
When she takes a step forward to touch the door, a severe pain assaults her head, and in an instant everything in her surroundings turned black.
*****
Rosella finds herself at the edge of a cliff. A dark and gloomy aura came out of the cliff. Her ears trembled at the sinister, growling sound echoing at the bottom of the cliff.
Her entire body shakes. Not only that, but her heart beating faster each second, it is like the eerie feeling injected by adrenaline in her veins, her blood turns cold.
[Rose.]
She hears some calling her from behind, composing herself. She turns around and the gloomy feeling dissipates. What welcomes her sight is a beautiful hill.
The apex of the hill drenched in brilliant light. Spikes of thin golden light impaled the tall green grass covering the entire hill in a bristling, stirring line.
She felt an attraction towards the hill. When she took a step forward, she found a white mist surrounding her.
Looking at the mist, she saw gold particles, like the light impaled on the hill.
[Rose, come here, my child.]
The voice resounded once again. For a second, she felt some familiarity with it, but she felt nothing else. She could hear the voice, but after the voice spoke, she did not remember the tone and the words, only the attachment feeling remains, reminding her to move forward.
At the further she walks, the mist dissipates. And the closer she gets; her view becomes clearer.
All across her line of sight, the tips of the hill range stuck up like a row of thorns. Swaddled around them were necklaces of powdered gold.
The air became warmer, as the closest she could get, the warmer it could be. The unmistakable whiff of gardenias refreshes her nose. She did not know where the smell of gardenias come from, because she'd not seen any.
The stronger the smell is, her mind become vibrant.
[Rose, come here. Faster, we have little time.]
The accurate urgency in the voice made Rosella run towards the peak of the hill.
When she reaches, a different sight overwhelms her heart.
She could immediately feel the snow beneath her feet, along with the cool wind blowing against her body; and for a brief moment, she looked like a lost child in the middle of the woods in winter.
The strange thing is…
She did not feel cold at all!
She looks down at herself. Additionally, she was not wearing the same dress as before; she was wearing a white simple dress; it stunned her when raising her hands.
Her hands were… so small…
She felt the hair dropping from her shoulders, and she discovers that it is… SILVER!
[My child, you are finally here.]
At this time, the same voice resounded once again, but this time it gives a different feeling.
A soft and warm voice. It sounds like the most beautiful chirping of birds, like the soft jingling of bells. Giving a comforting and safe feeling.
Looking at her surroundings covered with the pure and cold white snow, and found no one beside her in the place.
"Who are you?" Rosella asks the voice.
Her soft and tender voice made her remember that her actual body is a five years old child….
'So frustrating…' Muttered Rosella in her heart.
[Well, you will know in the future. Right now, we've something more important to discuss. I limited the time before that thing can awake…]
The urgent plea made Rosella feel uneasy.
"Okay, but I would like to see you." Something in her heart keeps telling her to make the owner of the voice show up.
[… Okay.]
The voice agreed to her request. She had to…
[Welcome back, Rose.]
An unparalleled woman appears in front of the small Rosella.
Her golden eyes, golden hair, golden lips, golden eyebrows, golden eyelashes, and her pale and smooth skin.
Her features leave Rosella speechless.
'Only her skin is white, if it was golden… It would be… weird… Is she some kind of Golden Lady?' Murmured Rosella in her mind.
As if the lady could hear her thoughts, she answers.
[This is the curse of our Clan.]
"Oh, sorry." Rosella reprimands herself for her uncaring thoughts. Even if the other party heard it or not, she had to apologize.
[… It's okay.]
"…"
Being in a stalemate and Luna, Rosella did not know what else to say.
[My child, to find the Sacred Weapons, you've to learn in deep about Sacred Magic. Your knowledge about it is shallow, and the worse thing is that you're not ready to study Sacred Magic. Only when your heart is complete and that person announces his place in your life.]
The chirping sound in the lady's voice made Rosella distracted and thought her ears were playing tricks on her…
"Not ready to study? Complete heart? That person?" Tilting her head, Rosella's wide-open eyes make her look cute.
[Giggles.]
The lady almost laughs out loud, but suppressed, the giggles echo in the snow.
[You'll know in the future. For now, my child… Remember, don't touch nor study Sacred Magic until he tells you.]
'Could it be that person is… that handsome man? Oh, my!'
An enchanting figure shows in her mind. A man so tall that she could only raise her head to admire the perfect creation. And a smile that made her feel butterflies in her stomach to welcome her sight. His soft and tender eyes made her heart melt.
Not to mention the wish to make her fingers travel those hair strands.
A blush decorates her cheeks and increase her ears and neck.
The lady saw her blush and almost laughs again, but this time she only smiles.
[It seems that, he already come into your life, but he did not introduce himself. Wait for his vow when he makes his vow again. Your real powers will awake.]
Rosella feels shy, but confused.
"My real powers?" frowning, Rosella did not want to give up and ask for explanations.