When the vision became clear Roselyn saw an old lady, stand in front of a table. In front of her she had two glasses, one taller than the other. She poured the liquid that the short glass contained into the taller one.

In a trembling movement, she replaced the glass back on the table. Then she opened a small bottle and with the dropper poured a few drops of a black substance into the tall glass.

She took a long breath, grabbed the glass, and went to sit in a rocking chair.

Her eyes filled up with tears as she stared at the portrait of her and the sage on the opposite side of the room.

"I am sorry. I wish there were other ways to but there aren't. I will miss you."

She brought the glass closer to her lips that trembled while tears fell down from her thin, creased eyes.

After having swallowed two sips her eyes became darkener and seemed to have lost their light. The glass dropped to the floor breaking into many pieces.

Her arms dropped lifelessly as her eyes froze.

She committed suicide.

Right when Roselyn was about to come back to reality, she heard footsteps coming from the slightly opened door.

A middle-aged man entered. His hair was brown and his eyes were of an intense red. Seeing that scene surprised he wasn't shaken, nor was he sorry he seemed… glad?

His lips curved up into a hinted smirk. He walked toward the dead body of the poor woman and cleared the floor from the pieces of glass and the liquid.

He stood up from the polished floor and walked toward the table as he took the little bottle and put it into his pouch.

He walked toward the door from where he previously entered to turn over right before he stepped over the threshold.

"Good night, auntie."

He turned over, exiting the room.

Roselyn's jaw dropped. Thousands of questions occurred into her mind, but it wasn't her business to dig into those matters. Her work had been done and now she had to think about how to come back to reality.

She clenched her fists and closed her eyes as she kept whispering to come back.

Nothing happened.

She tried once again, clenching her fists a little stronger and picturing herself back to John and the sage. She felt a familiar shiver ran through her spin and her vision blurred.

Roselyn smiled, but when she opened her eyes, she was still in that place.

She felt the familiar heaviness on her chest and her hands trembling for the anxiety.

She looked around the room, trying to find something that she could touch to successfully bring back to where she was.

Desperate for not having found anything she had concerning thoughts. What if she was stuck in there forever? Her heartbeat increased as her mouth dried up.

And miraculously, her gaze fell on her necklace. Maybe by touching it, she would finally come back.

She took a step forward, the dead body of the lady, gazing at the sparkling white pearl necklaces she wore.

She stretched her hand and closed her eyes in fear, as she wasn't sure about what that gesture could lead her to.

Her fingers brushed through the pears of the necklace.

A strong wind wrapped around her body, lifting her up from the ground. She kept her eyes shut, but she could still perceive the objects that formed the room she was in disappearing.

"Roselyn!" John rushed and hugged her tightly. She reopened her eyes to see she finally came back. After wrapping her arms around him and melting into his embrace for some seconds, she took a step back, turning over to gaze at the sage.

John's hand was grabbing her from behind, unwilling to let her go.

"I saw her."

The sage smiled, walking toward her but John's hand stretched toward him to stop him to walk closer.

"She drank an essence that killed her. At first I thought it was a suicide ..." the lady continued.

"It wasn't?" The old sage intervened as his voice trembled and his eyes widened.

"Let her speak."

He nodded to John's scold and took a step backward, allowing the King to place his hand back to his lady's back.

"A man entered. He was middle-aged, with brown hair and red eyes. The man smirked seeing your wife's unconscious body to clear the floor from the broken pieces of the glass and the liquid she drank. He walked toward the door, but right before stepping outside, he turned around. He called her auntie."

The old sage, after hearing the lady's explanation, cursed so much that Roselyn frowned, wondering how he knew all those bad words.

Seeing his puzzled expression, he paused and bit his tongue. "I am sorry. However, I will keep my promise. Thank you." He bowed down in front of the Royal couple.

Before he lifted his head, the lady felt his grip tightening, and she understood he was going to bring her outside.

Indeed, in a blink of an eye they were back to the wood.

They looked at each other, as they were probably waiting for the other to speak.

"Are you fine?" They said simultaneously, laughing right after. They took the floor at the same time.

He nodded to induce her to reply first.

"I am. Are you?"

A few seconds of silent John's gaze dropped toward the floor. "I am worried for you." He said, producing worry in her.

"There is something the old sage didn't mention about being a fairy of life.." His voice was low, and he seemed to cannot look at her into the eyes.