-Vincent-
I still followed behind her, despite how weary I was. Her real part? I still don't even get the 'parts' thing. That would make sense why Cyprio is so quirky and stares off in space so much. So her real part..? The part that controls the others, I assumed.
Another thing that I noticed following behind the elvish woman is the number over her head. The numbers switched, but they were very sluggish, even more sluggish than Julie's. I didn't know what this meant. Compared to Cyprio's number, it was like it almost wasn't even moving.
"Analael, how old are you?" I blurted.
She glanced back at me and we started to push through shrubs and bushes. I imagined we were in the back end of the dead garden where no one ever went. That is, if there were people there to go anywhere.
"You know it's rude to ask a woman's age." She quipped playfully.
I tried not to be amused. I wanted to stay serious. I needed to get back to Julie; I was worried sick even though it hasn't been even an hour since I saw her. "You're numbers. They're slower than Cyprio's."
She stopped next to a dead rose bush and rotting old bench, turning to face me. "My numbers? You can see them. I had forgotten. I am much older than Cyprio, I will admit. I remember when the powers made him."
"So where is this part?" I asked sharply. She only giggled at my harsh demeanor and pointed a finger at the door that was in place of the bench. It was old, chipped, and rotting just like the bench was. She opened it and I peered inside. The room was elegant with soft white walls and fuzzy, light blue carpet. There was a large, canopy bed next to a big vanity mirror. There were also books lining all the shelves covering every wall. They looked ancient, each spine cracking and worn. They were all covered in a thick layer of dust though. On the bed sat Analael, but she looked shorter, much shorter, than the one next to me. I looked back at the one outside, but she was gone.
"Come on in, Vincent."
I hesitantly walked in, shutting the door behind me. A large bookshelf appeared in its place immediately after. I ground my teeth, feeling uneasy and stood in the room awkwardly. "I thought you'd look. . . I don't know, different?"
She smiled, pulling the blankets off of her legs. She wore a long, flowing dress that was almost the same color as her silvery hair. She still had bands all over her arms and wrists with earrings in her pointed ears. As I studied her more, I noticed her features were more pixie like than the first Analael I saw. "I can't change how this part looks," she admitted.
"This is so weird." I started fidgeting with my hands.
She patted the spot on the bed next to her. "Sit."
The underlying sadness in her glowing blue eyes made me comply. She reached for my hand and I gingerly took it. She laced her small fingers with mine. "Vincent."
Our eyes locked and the only thing I could do was nod.
"We have to combine Julie and I's powers. This will have my realm fall into nothing and I will be free from living forever."
I turned my body more towards her. "I have to kill you? No!"
She smiled again, but it lacked any happiness. It didn't reach her blue eyes at all. "What do you want me to do?" I tightened my grip on her hand.
"You have to rip out my eyes and give them to Julie."
I felt my heart sink. How could she expect me to do such an awful thing. How could she ask me to do exactly what my brother did to Julie. I couldn't. I couldn't imagine hurting this pixie like girl.
