"The thing he didn't mention." John began to say as he finally met her gaze.

He held her hand and brought it closer to his chest. "Was that if anyone knows what you truly are, they are either going to use you to their pleasure, to find out how their loved ones died or they will try to kill you as you're a potential enemy if you know what their deepest secrets are."

"I won't tell anyone." She replied in a breath, and he nodded.

"All banshees extincted because people either used them so much to warn them off till death or they had been killed by the most religious ones that claimed their powers would oppose to God's will."

"Oh..." she murmured as she felt sorry for all the fairies that had been killed and harmed innocently. Humans can be real villain, when it came to achieving their own pleasures they won't answer to no one.

"I will always try to be near you and keep you safe but you have to work hard to become as strong as possible." He shook her hand, trying to encourage her.

"Okay..." Roselyn replied.

Hearing her unsure tone of voice and reading her concerned gaze, he frowned. "I don't want to hear you sound vulnerable and weak. You are the one who decided to find more about her secret nature so now you have to stick to your decision and become the best version you can be."

His voice was severe, and his eyes sparkled. If she didn't know him well she would've thought he was scolding her but she knew he was doing it just to motivate her.

"You can not escape your destiny." He commented, as she wasn't responding to his statements.

She forced herself to drive those negative concerned thoughts out of her mind and gathered enough courage to finally reply: "Show me what I can do."

Roselyn expected him to ask her if she was sure or if she was ready, but contrary to her expectations, he seemed to be glad to hear those words. He took a few steps behind and in a blink of an eye he was standing meters afar.

"Can you see all this dead vegetation around you?" She heard him scream from afar.

"Yes." She screamed back to him as her gaze moved to all her surroundings. Dry plants and bare trees filled the area.

"What you have to do is bring them back to life."

The lazy frowned, her forehead gazing at him puzzled, how was she supposed to do such a thing?

She opened her mouth, about to ask him, but he intervened once again, like if he read her mind: "You know how to do it. It is inside of you."

Gazing at the poor, lifeless plants, she took a long breath. Stretching her hands to the ground, she closed her eyes.

Roselyn focused all her energies onto the ground and she imagined those plants growing. A shiver ran through her spine as wind brushed her neck as she arose from the ground. Her hair was floating in the air.

She felt a weird sensation ran through her veins, like if she was feeling alive. The ground began to quake, and the soil cracked.

Plants that were curving their blossom down slowly lifted.

Roselyn felt tiredness in her legs yet she kept focusing. Even with her eyes closed she could perceive the plants slowly take color and from a dry brown becoming bright green.

She focused more. Sweat ran down her forehead and she clenched her teeth for the effort she was pulling.

Flowers bloomed from the soil and the trees came alive, leaves filled the branches and blooms grew on each extremity.

Insects and butterflies were driven there from the window of life until that area became.

Lacking energy, the girl fell down on the ground.

She smiled when she saw what she did, and her heartbeat increased. She created life. The feeling that vision provided her was inexplicable in words and suddenly she didn't regret having asked John to help her discover her real nature because now it became worth it.

She gathered back her breath when John reached her to compliment her performance.. Despite "how do you feel?" He asked right after. She smiled. Despite the fatigue, she was proud of herself. Bringing back to life the vegetation gave her a feeling of joy and made her appreciate her gift.

"I have never felt better." She replied. Her eyes sparkled in cheerfulness.

He offered a smile, and a second after, he disappeared to reappear in front of each tree.

He digged out by his claws each root of the trees. Right after he ripped all the plants that she hardly brought back to life.

In a few minutes, the wood was once again dry and lifeless. His gesture left the lady in shaking and disbelief, seeing all her hard work disappear in the matter of a second.

"Why would you do that?" She screamed feeling for the first time in her life a negative feeling in his regard. She felt linked to the nature she gave life to and seeing him destroying it upset her.

Moreover, he was the one who required her to do so.

His breathing was labored and his claws were bloodying.

He took a long breath to voice out his reply, "if anyone saw the area they would understand a banshee is still alive and they would come looking for you."

Roselyn stood up and rushed to push him. "Then why did you ask me to use my powers?" Her voice was broken as she gazed at all the poor plants ripped off.

He chuckled, caressing her head, but she turned over to glower at him.

"It's just a small area. You will do it again." He ventured to say as her glower intensified.

He bended over to pick from there a small daisy.

"We shall return home now." He tilted his head to the side, handing to her the flower he picked from the soil.. It was the only one saved from his brutal annihilation.