The Destiny in the Old Spain

Chapter 2: A painting and a Gallery in Madrid

          Madrid. The great capital of Spain. After Maria landed, her plane, making an escale in Prague, she goes to taxi cab for/to the place where she can rent an appartment. After everything is done and She settled in her new appartment, She decides, because today, is only a dat for relaxation, to tale a stroll in the city.
            - Prado Gallery. She says, looking up at an impising building in front of her. She enters, paying for the ticket at the entrance.
           The museum is full of history and art, and when She was in front of a painting from the Renaissance Period, she suddenly,  was trapped back in time in the 17th century. How. When she was looking at the picture, a powerful glow emerges from The picture, and absorbs her like dust in a vacuum. Her cellphone, remains on the floor of the gallery, in front of the wall with the guilty painting. Whith an abrupt blow, she lands on a wooden floor. Like a miracle, She discovers she knows how to speak Spanish perfectlly like a native one; like she was a native. But the only things remaining with her from the future, are the clothes on her. When She was starting speaking, She was speaking directlly in Spanish. Now, is like English and Romanian, are strange unknown languages for her.
            Getting up, she starts looking around, wondering.
              - Where am I? This is not the Gallery I was in, a couple of minutes ago.
            Looking up, she sees the same picture on the wall. She gets up, looking at the picture. IT is a strange things that picture is there.
              - This picture... Why is it here?
            Looking around her, she sees that is some kind of an office. The room is beautiful, and the furniture also.
             - May I help you? Speaks the pleasant melodic baritone voice from behind her.
            - What?!
            Suddenly, she lokks behind her over her shoulders and sees a beautiful charming man, who makes wrinckless when he smiles in the corner of his eyes and mouth, and has deep brown to hazel eyes, and black short hairs. He stays with his arms crossed behind in his back, and looks at her smiling softly.
            - Who are you, and... She is looking again around her. Where am I?
            - I was coming here when I was hearing that strange noise. He says.
           She looks at him suddenly again, starring at him in awe.
            - What noise?
           He points to the painting with his head, still arms crossed backwards.
            - You was coming from that paint.
            - How did you know that? She asks in the same way.
            He then extends his arms.
            - This is my house and my house, right when you arrived, was entirelly covered in glow and light. And also the noise...
            She stares at the wall dumbfolded.
             - Now that I remember well, it was a great noise when I was arriving.
            He extends the right hand, the other one, back backwards.
             -  Let me introduce myself, young lady. My mame is Diego Count of Vespalia.
            Dumbfolded again, she takes his hand in hers, and he kisses it like a true gentleman, sending sheevers throught her veins.
             - Maria. Glad and nice to meet you. And your real.
            He laughs, letting his head backwards.
             - Yeah right I am. He says, looking back at her.
            Then, he lets her hand who falls next to her.
             - So... He countinues to speak, sending at the desk. The profecy was true.
            She turns to him, also dumbfolded.
             - True? What profecy.
             - Whe have a priest here, Father Alvaro. He is clairvoyant, and he was saying that someday, soon enough, a girl from the future, will come into my rescue.
             - Rescue?!...
             - Of course. It seems like You are the one.
             - I don't know what you're saying.
             He's looking at her, measuring her from head to ție with his starring.
             - Look at your clothes. You're in the 17th century now, in the old Spain. Do you think your clothes belong to our time now?
             She's looking her outfit dumbfolded again, and says:
             - No. They aren't. But may I see your clothes again? She says then, looking again.
             - Sure.
             He stands and presents himself in front of her, arms extender.
             - Well. How is this?
             - Yes. You're right.
             - OK, now. That priest was also telling to me that, when you will arhive here, you will speak only Spanish, and no other languages.
             - What?
            The, she was trying to say something in Romanian, then in English... Nothing's coming.
              - Strange. She says, dumbfolded again, not looking at him. My mother tongue is gone, the other language I was knowing better, also dissapeared. And my Spanish back then was bad and it seems that now, it's perfect, like I am a native. How is this possible? She says, looking at him in the same way.
              He puts his hand behind, smiling and looking down:
              - That's a consequence of the time traveling.
              - But the question is... Will I go back to my family and my friends.
              - No, my dear. He says approaching her, and tacking her hands in his. Which part from you're my saviour you didn't understand. From now on, your family and friends will be here.
             Now, Maria's annoying (young) brother ca-n stay assure she will never comeback to disturb him anymore.
              - But this is impossible, right? IT has to ne a way to go back. My dream job, my family, my friends...
              - Those will all be here, he says, watching her, smiling.
             She shakes her head dumbfolded, looking down.
              - No. This can be. They will be very devastated and...
            He stops her speaking by hugging her.
              - They will have to move on. This is not a dream. Is your reality now. You have to get to be used with that. He says, still hugging her. Then he's looking at her putting his hands in her shoulders.
              - We will keep your clothes, as a proof of your provenience. But you will never wear them again.
              - I will what?...
              - You cannot struggle with your destiny anymore. This is your destiny now, he says, emphasizing "this".
              - There is no way?
              - No way.
              She sighs, looking down.
              - If they will search for me back in the time where I am from...
              - They will have to move on.
              Suddenly, She stares at him.
              - What I have to do to help you?
              - Since the rest will you'll learn in time, you'll have to be my countess. Effective imediatelly.
              - What?!