Chapter 12: Hot chocolate

I was quietly sitting at the table of the bakery, chewing a bit of a croissant while attempting to read my book- in spite of my stormy state of mind.

A sigh escaped my mouth as I realized I had to re-read the page I had been staring at for quite some time because my thoughts drifted away, again. I desperately dropped the book in my bag and took a sip of hot chocolate.

As the sweet taste and warm began to fill my mouth, I began to replay the scene of the previous day.

I remembered seeing Cillian sitting on a rock, making a music box float in the air and putting music in it... which was completely surreal to me and to you I imagine. But not for Cillian.

I didn't even know how I found the force to tell his name while facing this shock; actually I'd say I felt more fright than shock in front of this unknown force that was beyond my understanding.

He turned and was obviously surprised to see me. He had his mouth open and the music box crashed on the ground in a terrible din. However, none of us looked at it ; I was trying to convince myself I was not going mad and he was attempting to find something to say.

The theories I was imagining about me dreaming all of this, or being under the influence of some hallucinatory fungus growing in the forest were crushed when he stood up with energy and said "Don't freak out!". And I freaked out. I know, I know, I'm a contrary person.

I began to ran away, stupidly tripped over a root and sprained my anckle.

Really? Now of all moments? I thought. I always seem to trip over something whenever I run in this forest! A rush of panic came over me as I wondered if Cillian was the cause of this "accident". I tried to stand up and walk despite of the pain but he soon catched up with me.

He catched my arms to stop me but I struggled like a wild child, kicking, biting (he just said "ouch" at the mentioning of the memory; I've got some good teeth heheh! Humm, back to the story.) and screaming "leave me!" or something along the lines.

He didn't react and lifted me off the ground and carried me like a potatoe bag, on one of his shoulders and my head down facing his back.

"Put me down! PUT ME DOWN!" I cried out and shook my legs.

He finally made me sat down on the rock he was on a moment before. He kept his hands on my arms to force me to stay and resolutely looked in my eyes, I could feel it. His face was still shadowed almost entirely which was oddly frightening in this instant.

" I'm sorry you had to discover it like that, it is so ridiculous! I'm sorry I haven't told you before." he tried to reassure me. I was still quite scared and I gazed nervously at the dismembered music box, all of its wheels scattered on the ground. Cillian took a step back and sat crossed-leg in front of me.

-"I think I'm loosing my mind..." I covered my face with my hands.

-"You're not. You just saw magic, that is not really a common thing".

-"But magic does not exist! It is just a part of fairy tales, of bed time stories for children..."

-"But what if fairy tales were true?" he simply asked with a weird tone.

I nervously smiled: "I'm not going to buy that. You're crazy!"

-"You saw it with your own eyes!" he exclamed in disbilief.

-"A mere optical effet, and I have great imagination. In fact, I might be imagining this conversation!" I stubbornly said while shaking my head. I really thought I had befriended with a psycho and it was rather scarying, believe me!

He gently moved my face towards his and made a spiral with his hand. A red rose appeared; he covered it with his hands and then reopened them. A little red butterfly flew away and I stared at it in wonder. I smiled at my reaction like you would smile at a child in awe at bubbles going up in the air.

-"Wow. This is a lot to take in... " I told him. We stood in silence for a while before Cillian asked me, pointing at my anckle: "Do you want me to heal it?"

-"No, no that's okay! I'll be fine!" I answered panicking again. I stood up to prove my point but failed miserably as I winced in pain.

-"I can't let you like that! And you don't have anything to fear, I wasn't going to use magic." he smiled at my ignorance and I felt really stupid. And I still felt uneasy at the thought of magic being somehow real; I prefered to think it was some kind of advanced scientific knowledge or something like that...

He applied some plants he had picked and bandaged my foot carefully.

"You'll be able to walk now" he announced. He took my bag and helped me walk back home with an awkward silence. We arrived at the doorstep and he handed me back my backpack. I turned and opened the door; "thank you..." I looked behind me and Cillian disappeared.

I took another sip of hot chocolate still thinking about what had happened. It still seemed like a cloudy rememberance of a dream but I knew it was real.

I looked up from my cup and saw Zéphyr sitting at a table, staring at me. Why my life is so creepy? He attempted to look like he was studying his lessons but he closed his copybook and walked toward me. I quickly put my things in my bag, let the money to pay the bill and left.

A/N: Here's the 12th chapter!I hope you like it, let me know what you think of it! Thanks to AriaRose7 and Kg for reviewing and also to all of those who are reading this!