Ryan hesitated for a moment. "Actually, I don't think no fae except me knows the spell—maybe some do, maybe not—I don't know," he said.
"Anyway, I spent five years of my childhood in Village of Magic, and Tarina trusts me—she, or any other witch don't trust the fae that easily. When Aeron came to take me to my Kingdom, Tarina had told me the spell so that I can come here again." There was a faint smile on Ryan's lips as he talked about the witches of Village of Magic—I could tell they were like his foster family, who had taken care of him when he was young.
"So, no faeries are allowed inside that island, except you?" I asked.
"They are allowed; however, they need to inform first. One of the senior witches will have to come and get them."
"Oh," I sighed, my shoulders slumping. "I assume you cannot tell me the spell then?"
Our conversation was interrupted as Kia cooed out a whistle, attracting both Ryan's and mine attention. I looked down at the dolphin I was sitting on. It didn't take me long to understand that Kia wanted to go underwater— we were on the surface of the sea for quite some time. I got off her back and Kia immediately dove underwater.
"She will come after sometime," Ryan said.
With a nod, I swam to the shallower part of the water, closer to the shore of the island so that I had some footing. I stood over the sand, water coming up to my thighs yet not making me wet.
"Does this underwater spell ever make anyone wet from sea-water?" I asked Ryan.
Swimming closer to me, Ryan let go of his tail and stood over the sand, the water going up to his knees. He did not get wet either. "It will, if you wish to."
"Do you ever get wet in sea-water?"
Ryan gave me a knowing smile. "I can, if I wish to."
"Well, can you tell me the spell to the Village of Magic, if you wish to?" I smirked.
Ryan raised his arms in air in a who-knows gesture. "I don't know," he said, "The magic in the spell prevents us from giving away the spell to whomever we want. I can try, nonetheless."
"Try," I urged him. If the spell prevented itself from being told to anyone, then I was no exception. But, I was human, so maybe Ryan would be able to...
My thoughts were cut short when I sensed a warm breath on my ear and heard a string of gibberish words.
"Vas-mah meik—"
"What?" I scrunched up my nose.
"—vas-meh sik..."
This time a weird mixture of a chuckle and some giggles came out of my mouth. Thank the Gods, the spell I had to chant everyday to breathe underwater, was in English.
"ves duars..."
I put both my palms over my ear. Too much drollery can be torturous too.
"Spark, you know you are behaving like a child?" Ryan mentioned. He was trying to be serious but his laughter laced voice suggested something else.
"Sorry," I mumbled. Then, I realized he could tell me the spell.
I looked wide-eyed at Ryan. Then curving my lips to one side, said, "Now you must be glad I am human. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to say the spell to me."
"You being a ghost wouldn't have made me any less happy," he whispered against the corner of my ear.
I frowned. Certain unnecessary voices always found a way to my ears, no matter how much I tried to cover them.
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A World Of Treason and Tides
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