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A girl's secret

Chapter 15

The noises of nature played softly in the background with the occasional sounds of splashing water. The wind fanned gently on the minimal exposed skin of the young girl who is relaxing in the moderately large, bubble filled Victorian bathtub.

A heavy sigh interrupted the serene atmosphere followed by a groan of frustration. A wet hand emerged from within the sea of bubbles and massages away the frown on the young girl's face.

"Stupid dreams, ugh. Stop bothering me already!"

Trianna does not know what to do about those haunting silver eyes that continuously appear in her dreams for the last two weeks. Every night, the content of her dreams became a little more heated and intimate. It left her fearful and frustrated upon waking. She did not know how to deal with this type of situation. Mature she might be, but she was still only 12 years of age. There was a yearning that tugged at her heart every morning for reasons unknown to her. She felt a contradiction within herself as the emotion of fear and safety both flame inside of her simultaneously.

Then there is the stone to consider. What is she to do with the alchemy burden? The right thing to do is just to get rid of it and banish it back to its creator, but something held her back. She has a gut feeling that if she were to return the stone something catastrophic would happen to her. Her instinct has not led her astray before, so she would listen to it until life proves otherwise.

Removing herself from the warm water, she walked along the path of Greek mosaic floor as cool water showers from the enchanted ceiling. She halted in her steps and closed her eyes to relish in the refreshing water that cascade the bit of foamed soap from her skin. Taking one last calming breath, she took four more steps and stopped on a large rune on the mosaic floor. The rune lit up at the small spark of magic she sent from the sole of her feet causing a gust of cool wind to rush up and sent her hair flying. The wind dies and with it the wetness of her body.

A content sigh left her as she opened her eyes and said, "I love magic."

She walked over to the neatly folded satin bathrobe and glides the material on her body. Just as she closed the neckline of the robe, a flash of silver caught her eyes locked her all of her movements. She walked swiftly to the full length mirror and gasped at what she saw. Directly above her heart was a silver design of a symbol she did not recognize. The design looked almost floral and has a slight glittery shimmer to it. The most unique thing about it was how cold it was to the touch of her fingertips, and yet she did not feel the difference in temperature had she not touch it.

The shocking greenness of her reflection's eyes stared back at her caused her fear. Her breathing was shallow and her heart beats erratically as she ran from her reflection. All movement and awareness were lost to her as she ran.

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"Where am I?"

She stood in place as she took in the unfamiliar surroundings. The rustling of her skirt ticked her calves brought awareness to her of her state of dress and she looked down to confirm that she was not disillusioned. 'When did, how, what?' The thought rang in her head as multiple trains of thought struggled for passage on a single railway. Her mental chaos was disrupted by the loud chimes of distinctive church bells. Her head snapped up and she stared in surprise at the sight before her. The ornate doors of the grand cathedral opened as if by magic and beckon her entry. Simultaneously, an unnatural wind pushed her forward from behind. The fluttering sound so her cloth was almost muffled by the thickness of her hair that flow forth on either side of her face. The wind almost floated her into the church like a mystic escort.

Never before had she been in such a holy place. Her relative had never allowed her to set foot near such place. They dimmed her filthy and is unworthy of any kind of salvation. Before this moment, she had no thought to ever journey to this type of place. So that begged a reason, why had her magic, without her knowledge, brought her here and why now?

The mass room was empty, as far as her eyes can see, but there is a presence. Everything around her was so ornate. The attention to details was breathtaking, and yet she unable to focus on all these artistic beauties. Her eyes looked forward, and her line of sight is on the altar. As she reached the steps of the large altar, she felt her body knelt and her forehead touched the ground. Idly, she recognized that she was executing a formal Japanese bow.

When she looked up again, there is a man dressed in ceremonial robe that stood before her. She gasped as she recognized who this man was. He was none other than the Pope himself. He did not say anything, and neither did she spoke. She remained silent still as he placed a warm hand on her head and drew a symbol on her forehead. She did not have time to identify the symbol as she watched him turn from her and made his way to the Tabernacle – the gold 'safe' where the Blessed Sacrament is housed, and opened it.

Trianna whole body was plastered on the marble ground as the doors to the tabernacle crept opened, for that was all she saw before her body reacted. The unidentified presence thundered down on her. Whoever it was, their aura is extremely commanding yet so warm and inviting. It felt like home. The longer she basted in the presence, the lighter she felt. She felt numerous burdens were lifted off her shoulders.

By the time she opened her eyes, the Pope once again stood before her and she noticed that a white veil veiled her face and cascaded down her back. She was kneeling once again. In her hand, she held the Philosopher's stone. The red stone glimmered sinisterly compared to the serene atmosphere around her. No words have voiced still as she offered the earthly saint the stone. His warm eyes gave nothing away as he covered her cupped hands with his right hand. His one hand was large enough to cover both of hers and the scarlet stone she held. He offered her a smile that she could not help but return as he folds her cupped hands together. It was only then that she noticed that the stone is gone.

He patted her head again and said, "May God be with you, child" as tears fell down her cheeks.

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She did not remember her journey home from Vatican City, as she found out later on. She is still puzzled as to how she got there in the first place. Such is a mystery of her life.

She made not a sound as she made her way toward her bedroom. The scene before her should set off warning bells in her mind, but she was feeling too serene. On her bed as herself, dressed in what she recognized as the white robe she put on just after her bath. Beside her as Haanee, who curled up and around her; his face as tearstained? The sight made her frown.

'What is going on?'

She moved her eyes away from her bed as she noticed one missing entity. She found him not far away from her bed, on the chair just beside it in fact. He looked exhausted and extremely endearing as she noticed how he positioned his resting body with his head on her open hand that rested on her much larger one. As if feeling her stare, his eyes snapped open and wildly searching. It was almost cute if not for his look of fear and panic. She felt bad for making him worry. She made her way to him and cupped his cheek. He calmed under her touch; even though, she was sure that he could not see her.

"I'm home." She spoke softly as she kissed his forehead. With that, she returned to her body.

"Welcome home, Mistress."