"After she eats, she will be returning to where she belongs ... returning to where she belongs ... "

These words echoed through her mind, tormenting her.

Alana couldn't come to terms with it. The fact that she was leaving this place. How was she to return to back into her old life, when she was given a dose of adventure and bliss that had been this realm and its people.

After the talk with Karla, her friend had left her to shower and dress. Alana took her sweet time. Savouring everything, knowing that once she was back in London she wasn't ever going to come close to this luxurious experience. She sighed to herself once she saw the clothes she had entered this place in.

Alana said goodbye to the couture dresses belonging to highest brands back in her world. Once again she wore her blue denim shorts, white crop top and flannel shirt and then finally her white All Stars. She didn't touch the make up products on the vanity dresser. She was bare and natural as she said her goodbyes to the room that had been her refuge in his strange and exciting place.

Even though she only spent one week in this room, it still had felt like home to her.

Alana mindlessly walked in the hallway of the third floor of this huge palace. Her destination was the first floor where everyone was.

Suddenly something white flashed in front of her. As she looked up, she saw golden locks of hair whirling in the air. This blinded her vision slightly before the flocks trailed upward. Amidst this phenomenon she watched as a mythical creature—in human form—descended down a few meters from her.

Alana gaped at his exuding aura. She couldn't explain it, however as this person walked toward her, she felt his importance. His aura was almost on par with Lylas but very different from the beings that she met in this realm.

His blonde hair finally settled down, trailing straight down to his waist. His clothes were golden and white; white trousers and a white long sleeve top embroidered in golden stitches. There was a sophisticated case of his sword around his waist. The hilt of the sword was a shape of a golden Phoenix.

His eyes were green, the purest green she'd ever seen on anyone and he wore a smile that perturbed her.

"My apologise, Miss, I am usually more polite with my entrance. It wasn't my intention to startle you." He spoke, his voice accented and sultry.

Alana quickly closed her mouth, returning the contagious smile on his face with her own. She shook her head to reply him.

"You're mute?" He inquired.

Alana was about to shake her head again, "No, sorry, you've stunned me. You have a very strong aura."

"Ah not only is she beautiful but she's also blunt. You have piqued my interest. May I know your name, beau—"

"Lay off, Derak!" Lylas voice boomed behind her, startling Alana to whip around to face him.

His unnerving, permanent frown was directed at the person in front of her. As he reached them, Alana couldn't help but compare their difference.

One was dark and the other light. From their clothes to expression, there was a distinct contrast between them.

"Ever the mood killer, my dear friend," Derak greeted Lylas.

"You're making me regret giving you the means to enter this realm." Lylas spoke below his gritted teeth.

The menace was there his tone and yet Derak reacted differently from Alana's expectations. Instead of cowering away with apology, he laughed at Lylas comment, the smile crinkling his eyes as if this was the usual jest.

"You should know by now that nothing would have stopped me from entering. That's one of quirks of being the heavenly crowned prince." Derak even winked at Alana as he said this.

Lylas growled and muttered an expletive under his breath.

Alana was shocked to hear that this person in front of her was a heavenly prince. Not just any heavenly prince, but a crowned one at that. Did this mean that he was a god form the heavenly realms? No wonder his aura was so strong.

Alana felt disarmed, she didn't know what to do, she thought back to her actions and wondered if she had disrespected him in anyway by openly staring at him.

"Alana." Lylas's authoritative bark startled her out of her contemplation. As Alana looked up, she was suddenly distracted by the red crystal vial around Lylas' neck. She saw it sparkle for a brief moment before she gazed up at him.

"Go downstairs." He ordered.

Alana frowned. She wanted to refuse, but seeing his expression, something told her not to disobey him. And so she bit her tongue and made leave. As she disappeared at the corner, Alana stopped to hide.

She heard one of those doors in the hallway clicking close and Alana remerged from the corner. She didn't know why, but curiosity made her want to know exactly what sort of peculiar relationship Lylas had with Derak.

Alana thought he didn't get along with anyone outside of his realm. She was very thrown when Derak kept referring to Lylas as his "dear friend"

Thinking they probably could still detect her presence, Alana called for Gigi and Fifi by sprinkling the pollen they had gifted her with. Since their true form was flower pods, the two fairie sprites reacted instantly to the pollen Alana sprinkled on the floor as they appeared in front of her.

They both smiled at Alana. Alana realised that she couldn't hear them anymore prior to losing those gained powers of hers.

"I need a favour." She whispered.

They nodded in assent flying closer to her.

"Can you make me invisible and transport me into that room?" She asked.

They nodded instantly, happy to oblige any request from their favourite human being. Alana watched as they got into formation, each on either side of her. She closed her eyes once yellow and orange glistening pollen began sprinkling all over her. This occurred for thirty second before it stopped.

"Did it work?" She asked.

Both of them looked unsure at where she had spoken and seemed to give her a worried nod to answer her.

Their looks were as if saying, maybe it worked too much because even the people whom cast this spell couldn't see the subject.

Satisfied, Alana thanked them, promising to treat them later. She quickly dashed straight through the closed room Lylas and Derak were in.

This room seemed like a library but had an office desk and chair. The foreground was filled with many hardback book whose titles she couldn't understand. Lylas was half leaning on the desk watching Derak whom was leisurely strolling over one shelve, his hand landing on one cover he liked.

"What do you want Derak?" Alana could hear the detest in Lylas' tone.

"You didn't tell me you'd finally found the one to bear your child."

Lylas stared at Derak confusedly and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"The girl I ran into ...the one with an immortal womb." Derak commented as he scrolled through the book in his hand.

Lylas eyes bulged and in three strides he was before Derak. "Don't jest with me."

The heavenly prince frowned. "You really didn't know?" He wondered.

Derak watched the dumbstruck expression on Lylas' face which further confirmed this lack of knowledge.

"Oh my Lylas, has locking yourself in the mortal realm really made your sight rusty?" Derak asked.

Lylas was deeply affected by the heavenly prince's words.

"She? —but—she?"

"Wait..." Derak closed the book in shock. "So you're telling me you've had what you've been searching for this whole time without knowing? How did you come to find her?"

"She was hurt by a measly fire demon that wanted to defeat me. I knew she had essence but it was dormant and so I didn't think much of it." Lylas replied.

"You didn't question it?" Derak was skeptical as he studied Lylas deeply.

Lylas avoided Derak's eyes as he moved back to the desk.

"Lylas do you feel for her?" Derak was troubled.

"Never!" Lylas refused instantly.

"Then why do you react to violently against her?" Derak stared squarely at Lylas eyes.

His inquiry made Alana freeze.

"I react violently with everyone—

"No, you're usually calm with everyone else. But why is it, with that mortal, you're different." Derak persisted.

Alana suddenly felt the quick beat of her heart increasing and she pressed her hand on her chest as of to calm it. She was suddenly so glad to have invaded this room. Even though eavesdropping on private conversation wasn't a wise thing to do, this new perspective was shedding light unto her hopes.

"I'm not—"

"You are, even so now at the mention of her. Does she make you nervous?" Derak smirked.

"Why are you so meddlesome today?" Lylas decided to evade the question.

Derak shrugged, and as if to further prove this meddlesomeness, he went to sit in the office chair to go through the papers in that desk.

"The one in my heart is my wife and will forever and always be her... You confuse my reaction for something else...Alana is— she reminds of... someone."

"And who could that be?" Derak inquired with a raise of his eyebrows.

"My wife." Lylas stayed as if it was a matter of fact. "...the time we married in the mortal realm...fifteen thousand years ago." Lylas told him.

"My wife didn't have any fairy powers back then so she was as vulnerable as a mortal...I had to protect her from herself with the little power I had left...she had a knack for curiosity that caused recklessness." Lylas explained further, a small smile forming at the bittersweet memory.

"You know that's the first time in a long time, I've seen you smile." Derak commented, utterly and completely shocked how much more handsome the man was when he wasn't growling all the time. Since those in heavenly royal family were known to be the most handsome, Lylas could compete with some of his uncles or even be his opponent.

Lylas glowered at Derak's choice of words. The heavenly prince surrendered his hands up in defeat instantly.

"So, if that mortal reminds you of your wife...then don't you think it could be her incarnation?"

Lylas shook her head. "Alana can't be her incarnation...You know it well, her soul is al—" Lylas frowned to himself. Then looked around him cautiously before his eyes landed on Alana.

Alana's breath hitched and she held her breath as if to make herself even more invisible. Lylas frowned confusedly before his eyes landed back to Derak's.

Derak sighed. "Look, I wasn't saying you don't love your wife, Lylas. You've reminded and showed me a million times for the last fifteen thousand years how much your wife and son mean to you...I'm just saying that if that mortal reminds you so much of your wife, then don't you think it is a good thing then, since you will need to use her in the end..."

Lylas shook his head. "Can't you see how terrible it will be for Alana..." Lylas asked disbelieved how the heavenly prince could be so blind.

It took a while for the heavenly prince to realise what Lylas meant... "Ah yes, the pregnancy part. Yeah, it will be quite sad for her lose her life for your child. But wouldn't her soul reincarnate? You're practically a god by rank Lylas, there's nothing you cannot do... In her next life wouldn't you guide her to a path of immortality so she can live forever with you... that is if you feel for her."

Lylas breathed deeply. "For a heavenly prince, Derak you're sure have a devilish mind."

"Hey, I'm just here to offer solutions when there's none. Always happy to help." Derak held his hands up in defence.

"Good thing then that I don't have even a slightest of feeling for the mortal and her life is meaningless to me. I refuse to forget my wife for another woman." The resolve in his tone was distinct.

"I hate to be the one constantly reminding you this, my dear old friend, but your wife is not coming back anytime soon... maybe the mortal downstairs reminds you of her because she's the type of woman you like. You know after all those years, you finally met someone that invokes those feelings you buried away."

Lylas hissed a warning at Derak. "I will never forget my wife. For as long as there's breath in my lungs, there will only ever be one woman in my heart and that is Naala."

Alana's breath hitched once more, feeling the strike of that statement hitting deep into her core. Although she finally knew the name of his long deceased wife, it didn't help her the fact that this same wife was an impossible hurdle she had to overcome, in order to succeed in her pursuit of love.

"Okay..." Derak sighed and then clasped his fist together in resignation.

"...But since you said the mortal's life is meaningless to you, Lylas, why then are you hesitating? What's stopping you from acting right now and getting what you've always yearned for?"

Lylas sighed. "You've just enlightened me five minutes ago that she has an immortal womb, Derak. I still have to get used to idea... and think of a strategy on how to seduce her."

Derak snickered and mumbled. "I thought you were already doing that judging by the way you look at her."

Lylas gave Derak another warning glare.

Alana quickly dashed back to the hallway, her heart was thumping so loud in her chest and ears. She ran and ran, her feet taking her nowhere in particular as she forgot the fact that she was invisible.

She found herself outside, far away from his palace grounds. The conversation she had eavesdropped from replayed in her mind.

Alana slumped on the ground, panting heavily from the exertion. So it turned out the reason everyone has been telling her she had essence was because she had an immortal womb?

What exactly was an immortal womb? Why did she, a mere mortal have a immortal womb?

Alana quivered as she remembered his last words.

' and think of a strategy on how to seduce her...strategy on how to of seduce her...seduce her.'