My father is alive? How would it be possible? It can't be! If he was alive he would have already came to me and would have never abandoned the Kingdom.

"He's not. He would have never abandoned me, if he was." John said, shaking his head. When he realized what he said he turned his head over his brother whose face darkened and he tilted his jaw. The sage cleared his voice, he got up from the chair he was sat on, his legs trembled and he seemed weaker than before, like if the effort drained part of his energies.

"John," the old man walked slowly and unsteady toward him and placed a hand over his shoulder, "I have seen something shocking… He died, but he was revived by a … by a banshee." The sage explained, his gaze darted toward the three men, stopping for some seconds to set his gaze on Roselyn.

"It can't be!" John said, in a almost furious tone of voice, "Roselyn is the only banshee alive."

"I thought she was, but the fairy who saved your father was so strong and had few men with her."

John 's lips pouted in contemplation and disbelief, the sage's statement sprout worry in his heart.

He was unwilling to believe it, after all his work and his sufference he found out he was alive but kidnapped by evil creatures? Could it be any worse?

"The banshee is so strong, I had never seen anyone to be able to bring alive a human. But she did it, throught the energy of nature he revived him just to bring him to Kratez and imprisionate him in the dungeons. I couldn't see more, it's already a lot if I managed to see what happened to him." The sage said before taking a deep breath, and massagging his forehead with his hand.

A glimmer of a smirk curved John's lips, it wasn't a happy smile, it was most like a mischievous evil smile, like if he was planning something and only God knew what.

The sage, probably deciphering his maleficient expression, nodded no with his head. "It's too dangerous and unsafe."

Kratez? Dangerous? For him? The sage must have been overworking his mind too much, John thought to himself before tilting his head and knitting his eyebrows. "Kratez is my realm, it's time to get my throne back and get my father back to his." He commented, his voice so haorse and threating as his eyes reddened and a groan escaped from his lips.

Kratez was the land where he lived all his life and the reason behind his absence, and why he was considered like a ghost by Scotland's inabitants. Because he was busy taking care of another realm and filling another throne. He was the King of Kratez, the land where all supernatural creatures lived. As if he was lucifer in the hell he had to take care of every creature and keep under control everything, punishing and fighting any creature who would try to take his place. He was ruining there creating a proper hell on Earth, on which all the most evilest creatures lived and only him was able to keep them under control. Until, because of his father's death he had to leave Kratez and leave the throne unattended. Chaos fell in the realm just like if lucifer let the rounds hell open and all the sinned souls were free to wander wherever they wanted .

"I have seen how Kratez was reduced, trust me they are in jeopardy, the dungeons had been free and the throne had been destroyed. If they see you are back they will try to kill or worse, they won't go back to accept back your return they won't let you take control of the land anymore. Kratez became like a playground where everyone is free to do whatever they want." The sage explained, pausing his explanation to take breaths and shook his head as if he didn't expect something so absurd and serious to happen.

John massaged his chin, and his forehead pucked, his jaw was so tense that two short lines formed emphatizing his prominent jaw as his face hardened. He didn't want to hear any of this. He just wanted to see his father, if he really was alive nothing or nobody would stop him from saving him.

John turned around and gazed at Roselyn, he took a brief breath and opened his mouth but before he could say anything Roselyn replied anticipating him, "I will come."

She knew he would tell her to go just like he did before the supernatural army fought them, if she didnt leave him then why would she leave him now?

She was a banshee too, maybe not as powerful as the banshee who was able to revive King William but she would do anything to help John and even if she decided not to go she knew well enought she would go crazy waiting for him at the castle knewing he was in danger.

"Roselyn..." John breathed out and scoffed.

"I will come too." John's brother spoke and the couple both raised her eyebrows, turning their gaze on him.

"I will help you." He confirmed his version, reading the puzzled questioning gazes he received.

When Roselyn turned around to gaze at John she saw him disappear to reappear pushing his brother against the table, his fist against the wall and his arm gripping over his neck, "If you think I will let you hurm my father once again, you couldn't be wronger." He groaned, locking his elbow on the opposite side of his neck so that he was trapping his brother's neck against his arm.

"I don't want to kill him. I just want to talk to him." His brother said in an expression of pain being crashed against's the cage fragmented wall.

"And you think I trust you?" John asked, his eyebrows knitted down and his teeth clenched.

"I would have already killed you if just the thought would have drifted into my mind."

John's brother blowed irritably to stroke the hair out of John's forehead like if he wanted to piss him off, John got him free and shook his eyes to remain patient after such a gesture.

"You come then, but just because I need your help." John said stll glancing at him hesitantly.

The sage took a long breath, "I will come too." he stated, taking Roselyn's hand and they both took a step toward the two brothers.

"We may have more chances to find him and save him in four." Roselyn remarked smiling supportively at his husband who rolled his eyes up to the sky.

"Alright then," he breathed out.