Cyrus kept looking at the man, waiting for him to say he was cracking a joke and that he was just ssing around with Alia, but when he didn’t make any such move to clear the tension, he narrowed his brows at him.
"If this is a joke, I don’t appreciate it at all," Cyrus said.
The man, however, unfazed by his dark expression, just smiled.
"Why would I joke about sothing that is the reality of her existence?" Arnold asked.
Cyrus shook his head. He stood from his seat and grabbed Alia’s hand.
The woman just looked at him interestingly but didn’t protest against his hold.
"Let’s leave, love. We ca here for answers. However, it seems they take your condition lightly. We won’t get any answers here. We should seek the assistance of so Gypsy then," Cyrus said.
He turned around and was about to leave when Arnold held Alia’s other hand.
"My daughter isn’t going anywhere near those cunning foxes." Arnold held his ground.
Cyrus glared at the man.
"You better leave my wife’s hand," he warned.
Arnold sighed and left Alia’s hand.
Alia looked between Arnold and Cyrus before walking back to the dining table.
She sat and started eating as if nothing happening around her botheried her.
"What are you looking at? You have so explaining to do. Do you want us to believe that? I an, I do, but Alia won’t," Alia said.
Arnold nodded.
"I know you have your doubts, and it’s normal. So it started when —" Arnold started.
He told them how they had co to know that the baby who would be appearing in his wife’s womb was the legendary soul gifted by the moon goddess herself and was bound to unlock the mage’s powers that were lost when the magic rock broke into two halves.
They discovered the prophecy relatively late and needed to understand its dynamics to take asures to prevent harm to the baby.
Their mage group has been following the legacy, and perhaps that was the reason his wife was bestowed with this responsibility —to protect the baby.
For that, they needed to put her in a position where she wouldn’t be allowed to recover her mage’s powers before she was of age.
Her life was essential to the entire community.
When she died in her past life, it was due to a possession that had deep animosity with her. That possession had beco the bane of the mage’s existence.
Thus, it was essential to shield Alia from that possession’s influence. They had yet to discover whose evil soul it was, but one thing was for sure: it would return to harm her.
When Scarlett Everleigh was on the run with her father and others because people had discovered her golden blood, it was the Mages’ group that had helped her secure a place in the west and establish their healer empire.
In return, they had asked for one thing only. For Scarlett to help them with one demand.
She was supposed to keep the mage’s baby in her womb along with the son she was pregnant with.
Scarlett promised them that she would protect the baby with her life. When she was drugged with poison, she had used all the mana that she gained from keeping a mage baby in her womb and created a protective shield around Alia through her wolf’s imaginary powers.
That was the reason Scarlett and her son died, while Alia was the only one who survived that incident.
He told them how Alia’s real, biological mother was also soone else, and she was still alive, waiting for the right ti to see her daughter.
Cyrus didn’t say anything for so ti. It was a hell of a lot to take in.
"Alia is a Mage’s baby with the rare golden blood that she got from Scarlett’s body. But that’s not all. She has a wolf that has been staying hidden inside her, waiting for her to turn eighteen and co over, breaking the chains if Alia allowed her," Arnold added.
Cyrus gulped.
He took a long, deep breath and looked at Alia, who looked unfazed by all the information, but his mark told him that she was equally anxious and confused about everything. It was her powers and mark that weren’t letting her take over.
"So why now? You said it was important to protect her until she was of age. Is she of age? Is she ready to take the responsibility now?" Cyrus asked.
Arnold looked at Alia.
He licked his bottom lip, unsure if he should reveal the main reason why he appeared now.
No. It wouldn’t be alright. The chances were that if he told him that the mages planned on taking Alia back to their kingdom, away from these wolves and vampires that were starting to roam around her.
"Because that demonic possession had made its presence known around Alia. You t her, didn’t you?" Arnold asked.
Alia nodded.
She rembered that day when she was wounded and had gone to the infirmary, only to et the demonic possession that had possessed the doctor at that ti.
"It’s true. She ca to et Alia at the university a few days ago," Alia said.
Cyrus raised his brows.
Sothing of this magnitude happened with Alia, and he had no idea about it. Just how much was she hiding from him?
Was it all because he said he hated healers with a passion?
A hint of guilt enveloped his heart, and he thinned his lips.
"So what now? What’s the solution? You still haven’t told us anything about the mark. How can she ease the pain?" Cyrus asked, avoiding other things, as even thinking about them felt like a headache.
"The pain will stop when she is loved correctly, when she is respected like she deserves. Once Alia opens her eyes to her strength, she won’t feel out of it, like soone possessed her. This energy is hers, just trying to protect her dignity and making people respect her," Arnold explained.
Cyrus humd, looking at the girl who leaned back in her seat, looking all triumphant and smug about the situation.
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