"Shit!" I muttered under my breath, running my fingers through my hair. The School Master shook his head, hugging me slightly.

"You don't have to worry, you know." He spoke up, brushing my hair back. An electric feel went down my spine. "What am I going to do?"

"Nothing." He spoke simply. "All you keep on doing is meddling. If you didn't meddle, these things wouldn't have happened. Agatha wouldn't even know you."

I closed my eyes. I tried to think carmly, but all I could think of was Tedros and Agatha together. My heart beat began to speed up as I slammed my palm onto the table.

I began panting. "I'm freaking out, Syre." He grimaced. He hated it when I called him by his first name...something about his twin brother.

"I'm freaking out!" I started fanning myself. He stared at me, trying to bring my hands down once again. "What-if-I can't-what if I-"

My eyes started to water as I blushed bright red. He took me by the hand, pulling me into a hug. "It's okay...do you trust me?"

I sighed, speechless. "Do you trust me?" He pestered once again, squeezing my hands. Still, I stayed speechless. "Do you trust me?"

I nodded slightly, hesitantly. "Then do what I say." He trailed his eyes along our room. "If you do what I say, we'll live happily ever after." He snickered.

"Agatha and Tedros..." I spoke, trying to ask him a question. "Agatha and Tedros who?" He stroked my hair, scoffing.

I grinned at him weakly, resting. "Great. So no more of...this." He wiped away my tears, a smug smirk on his face.

"Its weak." He walked away, heading out of the door. He stopped, turning around and stared at me. "We'll know if anything happens."

I cocked an eyebrow. "How?" He sighed, grinning softly at me. "You'll just know. I guarantee you."

I sighed. Unsure of what he was talking about, I pondered in my seat. It was no secret that I did feel something when they touched. It wasn't normal though...

It was odd. Like a knife making its way through my heart. I shook, shaking my head. I did stop them. I did fulfil my purpose.

I'm still on the right path and I have to make sure I don't mess that up. I ran my fingers through my hair, my lips curling into a grin.

If I wanted to make sure they didn't do anything. I want to be able to see them...without getting too close...and I knew exactly what I was going to do.

I got up from my seat pushing it back into place and walked out. I paced down the stairs, entering the corridor underneath. A thousand doors, only a hundred rooms.

I opened the door that led to the basement or what Syre liked to call his lair. I pushed the door open, slowly, looking at all the books and chests inside.

I trailed my eyes along the room, my eyes landing on the crystal sphere that was placed on a table.

I pulled out the chair, placing myself onto it and looked into the ball. I clasped my hands onto it, speaking to it through my brain.

I want to see Agatha.

I told the sphere. I could feel it's response. Opening my eyes, I peered into the ball which was now glowing wildly.

I smirked, not blinking. I continued looking at it, watching it change colours. Blue to green, to green to red. Over and over again.

Then a blaze of gold which blinded my eyes washed over. Agatha's colour. I rolled my eyes. staring into the sphere again.

I could see a figure moving, loading what looked like an arrow. I looked deeper and grimaced as I saw Agatha in Tedros' arms.

I clenched my fists as I felt my heart tighten. The same feeling I felt yesturday. Uncomfortably, I shifted in my seat, staring down at them.

He was putting an arrow into his bow, speaking to Agatha slowly. "So where is he know?" He asked, shaking slightly. Agatha sighed, shrugging. "I-I don't know. After he woke up...He just left and I haven't seen him in like...forever."

Tedros rolled his eyes. "It has only been a day..." Agatha shrugged, turning to him, smiling. "It seems like forever to me."

Tedros sighed, looking down at the ground. Someone's jealous. "How long did you stay with him, Agatha?" He asked between gritted teeth.

Agatha shrugged, unsure. "I don't know. A day or two." Tedros itched his head. "What did you...do?" Well someone is clearly jealous!

Agatha scrunched her eyebrows together. "Why do you care?" She got up from where she was sitting, staring at him now.

"So I can't ask questions now?" Tedros got up as well. "Of course you can. But not about every little thing I do!" Tedros rolled his eyes. "Well sorry for being concerned about you."

Agatha threw her hands in the air. "Why are you concerned. So you don't trust me anymore?" She clenched her fists, her eyes glistening.

"Of course I trust you, but-" Agatha growled. "Then why are you asking questions?" She questioned.

"Why won't you just let me speak. You always have to speak, don't you? Its as if only you have a voice in this relationship!" Tedros spat back. Agatha cocked her head, grinning slightly.

"What relationship? Tedros. What relationship?" Tedros widened his eyes, stepping back. "That's it!" He thrusted his sword out of his side, pulling at the shirt he managed to knick from someone's dorm. "You can stay on your own in the woods."

"I hope you get eaten by bears!" Agatha shot back. Tedros turned around. This time it was his turn to smile. "I hope Sophie finds you."

Agatha widened her eyes, her eyes glistening again. Tedros turned around, walking away. Agatha took two steps forward, but then stopped, staring at the ground.

She clenched her fists, letting the tears fall. She began shivering, wrapped her arms around her. Agatha sat down at the tree that she was once at, red the colour of her cheeks.

I smirked, my lips curving into grin. Syre was right. All I had to do was not meddle and the best would come out. I just sat here, minding my own business and my dream basically came true.

"I hope Sophie finds you." Those five words recalled in my head as I turned off the sphere. I smirked, shaking my head in disapproval.

Tedros? How could he be so stupid. Stupid enough to wish those kinds of things and to think that he's her prince.

But Tedros. I always do what you ask, so your wish is my command.