A/n: Another chapter yay! I'm rather looking forward to when we reach Gondolin, which should be chapter four. I'm glad you all seem to be liking the little Mysitc Isle arc of my story, as short as it may be, because I was unsure about adding it. I'm trying my best with this.

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She didn't know how long she'd been inside the cell, she didn't even know if it was a cell, no light entered it so she assumed it was underground. The only light that came was from a burning torch the woman brought with her weekly visits. Astraea assumed the woman was a nurse of some sort for she looked over her and the wound on her arm with a narrowed eyed scrutiny. She changed the bandages and applied some sort of poultice to the wound. The green eyed witch had tried speaking the first few days but it was clear there was a language barrier, they spoke some fancy feminine sounding language, and she didn't know any translation spells. Not that it mattered. They'd taken her wand when they knocked her unconscious. All she could do now was sleep, for she was ever so tired. She knew she was sick. But the people looking after her were not human, she'd seen the pointed ears, and clearly had no experience with human ailments. Or perhaps they wanted her to die and that is why she was left alone in the dark and the cold. So she was left to sleep and to remember what had happened. Sometimes she woke up screaming and when she did a guard would peek his head inside, mutter something in that flowery language that sounded suspiciously like shut up puny mortal, and disappear again.

Mystic Isle seemed like a lifetime ago…

"Come on," Hermione called impatiently, practically buzzing with excitement, she stood upon the steps of the museum. Astraea dawdled on purpose, knowing the moment they stepped inside it would bring about Dark Hermione, the creature that thirsted for knowledge and books. It was a scary thing to behold.

The last time Dark Hermione made an appearance she had Ron flinching for a month, with the stinging hex sent to his crotch after he spilled coffee on her current favourite book. Sufficed to say Astraea was not looking forward to today, it's why she had dragged Klaus along with her, he was after all the one who told Hermione of the museum. Ron and Ginny had gone with the Richard to the ocean, something Astraea wanted to do, but leaving the poor workers to Hermione's never ending questions wasn't something she could live with. If Astraea had to suffer, Klaus would too. She made her way up the stairs, dragging a very reluctant Klaus behind her, once at the top she gave the sun a mournful look and entered the building.

"We need to look at everything Astraea," Hermione told her, a gleam in her eye, "no we need to look at everything twice. Just so we don't miss anything."

Astraea whimpered in response and Klaus looked a little scared.

"She reminds me of mother when she gets into her moods," Klaus shuddered as though reliving a horrific memory. "You should have seen her at my coming of age ball… that was horrendous. Miss Granger's becoming her twin. The demon twins."

"Did you say something?" Hermione turned to them, her eyes narrowed and dark.

"No ma'am," Klaus said, his spine stiffening and his eyes wide, he gulped audibly and breathed a sigh of relief when Hermione turned back around. Astraea gave him a sympathetic smile.

Admittedly she had fun, though she would never tell Hermione that or she'd be spending the rest of her life in museums and other places of knowledge. When information was vague, Klaus chimed in with what he had been taught. The twenty two year old prince was Hermione's best friend for the day. It was nearly closing time when they decided to leave.

It was as they were walking through the promenade that they were stopped, there was a festival going on, but Klaus never really explained what it was for because there's always a festival going on. An old lady called out to them from the shade of her tent.

"Ven pequeños, déjame decirte que tu fortuna."

"I'm sorry," Hermione responded awkwardly, "I do not understand you."

"El príncipe me entiende, les digo principito, les digo que deseo decirles su futuro." The woman's knurled hands reached out to them, beckoning them closer, the girls shared a look before edging closer.

"The hag says she wants to read your futures," Klaus said with great reluctance. "It's a shady sort of magic… often wrong." there was an edge to his tone as if he didn't quite believe the woman gave false predictions.

"Oh very well," Hermione laughed in disbelief, she had always found Divination lacking and was unafraid. She held out her hand and the woman took it gently, appraising the lines with a critical eye.

"El ratón de biblioteca será pronto alimentando los gusanos de un tipo diferente. Los demonios vendrán a la fiesta sobre sus pezones como un niño de pecho. La muerte vendrá a ella. Es cierto." The woman intoned, her voice deeper.

"The bookworm shall soon be feeding the worms of a different kind. The devils will come to feast upon her teats like a suckling babe. Death will come to her. It is true." Klaus interpreted, frowning angrily, "your predictions mean nothing hag. Do not listen to her Miss Granger."

"Oh do not worry your grace," Hermione laughed waving her hand dismissively. Astraea was a little more reserved in handing her hand over, she'd had bad experiences with Divination.

"El Niño de la Profecía ... vasta es su magia ... Veo el fuego en su futuro, un gran mal, mucho más allá de la de Voldemort." She began slowly, peering at her hand with confusion for a moment before her hand tightened around Astraea's. With a harsh tug she jerked the young witch forwards, grabbing at her chin and peering into her eyes with horror.

"Release her hag!" Klaus ordered, his hands on the rapier at his hip.

"Los árboles están llamando a usted ¿verdad? Va a responder a ellos pronto. El Niño de la Profecía baila con el diablo. Siempre. Voldemort. Morgoth. Sauron. El diablo tiene muchas caras. Él te buscará para usted poder, va a darle a él? Usted tiene un corazón fuerte y que podría ser su gracia salvadora. El rubio no os dejará ser llevado por el diablo, su amor es grande y puro. El amante del guerrero dorado. Dos caminos se establecen antes de que usted ahora Estrella Maiden. Uno de completa oscuridad y el otro a la luz eterna. ¿Cuál va a elegir?

Klaus pulled her away from the woman, glaring angrily at her before he spat "Ella pertenece a nadie más que a sí misma, ella no está maldito ni ella está bailando con el diablo. Usted sobrepasar mismo bruja."

"What is it?" Astraea asked worriedly, but Klaus said nothing only pulled her quickly away his grip on her wrist tight and unyielding. She saw Hermione casting worried glances behind them.

"You will answer the call Star-Maiden. But the devil shall come, will you surrender to him? Will you doom them all? Or will you be their salvation?" The woman shouted after them.

"What did she say?" Astraea asked Klaus, but she was ignored by the clearly agitated prince, her own growing agitation made her dig her heels into the ground and yank her wrist out of his grip. She repeated her questions and Klaus sighed, rubbing his temples, before he huffed and gave her a slightly strained smile.

"It was nothing, she talked of you being the child of prophecy and that your fight against evil is not yet over," there was an edge of panic in his gaze, as though he didn't know whether to tell her all of it. "Come we must return, I wish to speak with my mother."

"The call," Astraea whispered before continuing a little louder, "she spoke of answering a call. What call is that?"

"Who knows," Klaus shrugged but he looked towards the castle, and Astraea looked in that direction too. A frown appeared as the wind once more swept around her, tugging her towards the castle and trees she knew lay beyond.

He is hiding something from me.

The realisation startled her, and she knew whatever he was hiding from her had to do with the Enchanted Forest and the legend that surrounded it. It's just a story, she thought but another thought entered her mind, echoing the queen's words. Aren't we all just a story in the end?

Over the next few days they explored the attractions that Mystic Isle had to offer from the nightclubs to the crypts beneath the palace. Klaus never strayed too far from the group, though Ginny kept insisting it was Astraea he was interested in prompting Astraea to ask why he spent so much time with them. Surely he had other duties as the crown prince. But he'd laughed her off, saying he'd much rather spend time with them.

Throughout all this she still felt the tugging sensation, but she never entered the Enchanted Forest though it wasn't because she was afraid, rather she wasn't sure she'd like what she found. She found herself lingering on the old woman's words, so much so that she had gone back to the promenade, but the woman as not to be found. She had recognised a few of the woman's words such as the devil and Child of Prophecy, but other than that she was at a total loss. Then there were the names, one she knew, but who were Morgoth and Sauron? Hermione had told her to forget about the woman, but she couldn't, the words had etched into her mind and had her worrying. She worried about Hermione too, the woman said she would die.

The first day of their second week on Mystic Isle found that at the beach, aptly named Sapphire Waters for the crystalline blue sea. Astraea finally felt like she was on holiday, every time she pictures going abroad it was always the warm waters and soft golden sand, and now she got to live in her dreams. They arrived at the beach by horse, a journey that had delighted Astraea, they'd paired up for the horse ride. Astraea sat in front of Klaus, blushing all the way at the feel of his arms around her and his breath on her neck as they talked. Somehow, Astraea thought it had something to do with Richard, they ended up racing and the young witch had clung tightly to Klaus in fear of falling from the horse. He'd reassured her that Bluebell would never cast aside a rider he cared for though he didn't seem to mind the way she held him.

As soon as she saw the beach she was overcome by a childish urge to take off her sandals and dig her toes into the soft looking sand and make sandcastles. As soon as Klaus helped her down from the horse she was kicking off her sandals and running across the beach. It didn't take long for her to fall under the unstable surface but she didn't care. Being there in that moment, she felt so very free.

"Hey be careful," Klaus told her as he came upon her, helping her to her feet, "the sand is hard to run on."

"I don't care," she declared gleefully her eyes glittering like emeralds polished to perfection.

They set up camp right in the middle of the beach, spreading out blankets and putting up parasols. Hermione had the insight to ask the cook to prepare lunch for them and packed into a plastic box with a cooling charm placed on it. Richard eventually managed to persuade Ron to try out surfboarding and Klaus, the better trained of the two brothers, went with them to make sure there were no accidents leaving the girls to gossip together.

"So," Hermione began, watching in amusement as Ron fell from the board. "How is he?" her question was directed at Ginny who only grinned salaciously.

"How is who?" Astraea asked looking between the two girls.

"Richard of course," Hermione made a tsking sound and rolled her eyes. "Ginny hasn't been back to her room in days, and they are always together."

"Well," Ginny leaned in, her eyes alight with a look someone gets when they have something good to tell you. "He certainly knows what he's doing. He has so much stamina, I've been super tired, but damn it's so worth it. He is a gift from the Gods, he must be, and oh the things he can do with his tongue."

"His tongue?" Astraea asked, her eyes wide with innocence, "so he's a good kisser?"

"Oh sure," Ginny sniggered, while Hermione gave her look that said she was being dense, "but that isn't what I meant."

"Then what did-" she cut herself off, her mind flashing back to a conversation Lavender had with Parvati when she had been dating Ron. She tried to forget about it because there were somethings you just didn't need to know about friends. "Oh you mean he did stuff… down there… with his tongue? I didn't think that actually happened! Isn't it gross?"

"Oh you are so innocent," Hermione laughed, "it feels really good actually, if it's done right. Why not do it if the guy wants to?"

"Well I-"

"Besides it's not like you haven't done anything with Klaus," Ginny interrupted quickly.

"With Klaus?" She stuttered out.

"I bet he's really good," Hermione put in dreamily, "I mean just look at how toned he is."

"He is handsome," Astraea admitted awkwardly, she'd be a fool not to think that.

"So what have you done? Please tell me you've kissed him at least?" Ginny leaned forwards eagerly.

"What? K-kissed him?" she gave her ginger haired friend and wide eyed look before shaking her head. "No I haven't."

"But you want to don't you?" Hermione asked, smiling that annoyingly knowing smile of hers.

"I… I…" she blushed a fierce red before nodding slowly. "Yes I want to kiss Klaus."

"Well that's a good thing." Hermione smiled.

"He wants to kiss you too," Ginny finished.

The revelation had her so embarrassed that when Klaus returned she found herself unable to look at him without turning into the fangirls she so detested. Klaus was confused at her behaviour but he didn't comment on it and did his best to lighten the atmosphere around them by joking about Ron's failure at surfing. He seemed to sense the awkwardness more when they were riding back to the palace, his posture was stiff and tense and unlike their previous ride his comments weren't as playful. He waited until they were alone to comment on her strange behaviour. "You've been avoiding me," he told her softly, they were stood before the door to her bedroom as he was always the one to escort her to her room.

"I haven't," she mumbled in response, finding great interest in the rose carvings on the door.

"You won't look at me," he began, capturing her chin with his fingers and tugging her to face him, "have I done something offend you?"

"No!" she said loudly before blushing and giving him an awkward smile, "I just…"

"Yes?" he asked after it was clear she wouldn't be finishing her sentence.

"I… I…" she averting her eyes away from him before whispering quietly, "I really want you to kiss me."

Klaus said nothing and after a moment of silence she turned to look at him, embarrassment pouring from her very being. She wished she could take her words back because clearly Hermione and Ginny were wrong, he didn't want to kiss her. This was Cedric all over again. She was about to escape into her room, and plan to avoid Klaus for the remainder of the holiday, when she found her back pressed against the door and a pair of lips on her own. She squeaked in surprise and Klaus grinned against her lips before sweeping his tongue inside her mouth. He groaned and she found herself aroused at the masculine sound he emitted.

Realising she wasn't kissing back, that she was just stood there in shock, she quickly pressed her lips against his more firmly her arms wrapping around his neck. Shyly, not sure of herself, she rubbed her tongue along his moaning when he pressed his body more insistently into her own. His hands moved to her waist, his thumbs brushing under her shirt to rub at the flesh, she jerked slightly at the contact unused to another's touch.

The realisation hit her suddenly.

Everything she was feeling was purely materialistic, there was nothing deeper than lust and attraction, and though she had toyed with the idea of a summer romance she knew she couldn't do it. She wasn't Ginny, she couldn't just have a fling and move on. She was very in tune with her emotions and if she continued with what she was doing then she would only feel guilty. She couldn't do that, not to herself or to Klaus. It wasn't fair to the prince. So she pulled away. "I'm sorry," she told him, cringing at how clichéd the apology was. "I don't… I…" she wasn't sure what to say without it sounding like she was blowing him off.

"Don't apologise," he told her, resting his forehead against hers, "I should have known really. Especially with what mother told me. But I didn't want to believe…" he trailed off slowly with a sigh.

"What do you mean? What did Alysanne tell you?" she was confused now, her brows furrowed together and her lips turning down into a frown. Klaus said nothing, only sighing once more and turning on his heel. She watched him leave a sadness growing in her heart. Why do I get the feeling that I'm being deceived? Her trust in the royal family was beginning to diminish. Perhaps we should go home, before I find myself in a bucket load of trouble like always.

A/N: Awww poor Klaus... I feel so sorry for him... but then I don't because he's keeping secrets from Astraea... Oh dear. As for the little Spanish, that came from Google translate so it may not be entirely accurate so I apologise for that, basically the 'hag' (as Klaus so nicely called her) foretold her arrival into Arda and the evil that wants to possess her.

Next Chapter involves some scenes of a horrific nature, so I'm just warning you now, I will warn you again at the start of the chapter but just prepare yourselves if you read it. Those that don't want to read it I will put a summary of what happened at the end of that chapter.

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