Across the Universe: Book 2~Prinxiety

6. Dragon Witch?! (Roman)

I growled out in pain like the fucking Beast when Belle was trying to clean his wounds... Which is exactly what Faylinn was doing to me. She just gave me a dirty look and placed the cloth even harder on the cuts on my arm, making me yell out more.

"Roman you need to relax." I pulled my arm out of her grasp and threw a pillow at her. Not exactly the best choice. Apparently, I am very strong in this form. 

" x̧̛e ą́͜!?̢͜l͘!p̸̸'s̷̛͡iì ́͏s̷m̨d͏̕͡r͜e̛ " I sighed and looked away. My words were all jumbled up and stuff. I could barely understand what was coming out and I was the one that said it.

"I understand that but if you don't calm down you're just going to stay like that." I looked at her and rolled my eyes. Why do I even listen to her? She's the one that did all this to us. She the one that did all of this... "Roman, please. I only want to help."

" r̸̡͢y̢as̶̵̢ ̕͠.̸̶e͜,͢͡ų̷̶ u̶̢͝o̵ḑ̧͞y͝͞ò̀d̢͝l̸͏͏ "

"I do!" She yelled as she put the cloth on the wound on my chest. It burned and I nearly pushed her away. I just sighed, giving up, and fell back on the bed. I could hear he sigh as she got up and walked over to a bag she had placed on my dresser. "Fine... here. This should help." She handed me this crystal. I held it in my hand and felt it vibrate at my touch. It hummed with energy.

"What does it do?" My eyes widened and I practically dropped the crystal. Thankfully it was a necklace so... I didn't. 

"It's a seal of sorts. It will help keep your powers in check." I put it on and immediately felt better. Weaker but better... "The Roman of this world was reclusive... barely ever came out of his room. He only ever did for Logan and I'm pretty sure Thomas hasn't even met him yet. He didn't have a good grasp of his powers either. He never really could because he was scared of it. Don't follow his steps, Roman. Learn to control it."

"But that fire thing... Oh my god, Virgil!"

"That wouldn't have happened if you could control it." I just narrowed my eyes and she sighed, sitting back on the bed. She grabbed some wrap and started to dress my arms. "You are the Dragon Witch here, Roman. Things are going to very hard for you. They're going to be very new... Very scary and dangerous. You have to be careful about your emotions... your wishes."

"What are you talking about?"

"When you first saw Virgil with his sword, you reacted by throwing up your arms, yes?" I nodded and she looked up at me with a sad smile. "In doing so you subconscious asked for help. You put up a guard and the vines reacted by attacking Virgil."

"But I thought the Dragon Witch was strictly fire magic. That's why I called her that." She just shook her head and moved on to dressing the claw marks on my chest.

"The Dragon Witch is an Ancient Creature. Ancient and very powerful and..."

"Yes, I know that. I fought her."

"And a mother!" She snapped back, finishing her sentence. "In this Universe, she had a child. One that no one knew of. Not even the one that fought her."

"Virgil?" She nodded and I groaned. This is all just so great. Why do I have to be a part of this big ass dangerous secret? "So I'm not the Dragon Witch?"

"Roman..." She rolled her eyes and set the wrap down. "You are the last remaining Witch of this universe. Inheriting your mother's title..."

"That still doesn't explain anything about the fucking thorns." She just scoffed, picking herself off the bed and picking up all the stuff she had out.

"You are the last remaining witch. You inherited your mother's title and you clans power of the elements. All the elements. I would like it if you let me finish before you cut me off." I got up and walked over to the mirror that was hanging on my door. I took the necklace off and watched as my appearance started to change. No wonder Virgil didn't recognize me. My skin was greyish purple with scales all over. My eyes were black and yellow and my hair was even slightly different.  I looked like a monster. Who was I kidding...

I was a monster.

"Roman, I know how you feel but please.."

"Maybe I should lock myself up like the other me. Maybe he had the right idea." I put the necklace back on and watched as my reflection went back to normal. Faylinn spun me around and practically forced me to sit back down on the bed.

"I thought you wanted this to be over. I thought you want Virgil to be able to do with all this. Or was I wrong?" I growled as felt my anger start to bubble. I felt the crystal grow warm in response and I looked away from her. "You won't pass if you lock yourself away."

"What are you talking about now? Pass what?"

"Virgil isn't the only one getting tested here, Roman. You are too." I looked back at here, eyes wide, and she smiled apologetically. " In the first world, Virgil had to understand the difficulties of being a Prince. You had to fall in love with him all over again without knowing who he was. You had to show him that it wasn't just a phase... or a joke. That you really could love him even without knowing it was him."

"Well, I did that." She giggled and nodded, as I leaned back against my pillows.

"In the second life, Virgil had to get in touch with his feminity. Which you both already figured out. You... you had to love him despite the fact that he was a girl. You had to show him that you truly loved him for who he is."

"Wait... Why wouldn't I?" Her smile dropped and my eyes went wide. Did he really think that I was that shallow? No, it was his fear... Something I still need to understand. Again my eyes went wide and she nodded.

"This world is actually quite simple. Virgil has to understand what it's like to be Creativity... to literally be you. While you have to learn what it's like to be him. What it's like to have anxiety? What it's like to feel like your a monster?" He looked towards the door and sighed, the light appearing around her. "Virgil has to learn why someone like you would love a monster like him."

"HE IS NOT A MONSTER!" She looked back and smiled brightly before completely disappearing from view.

Of̨ ̧co̴urs̵e̸..͡. ̢Bu͞t ̀h҉e ̀do͢ès̷n'͢t ͟k͢ǹòw͞ ̢t̨hat̸. ̕

The words echoed through my mind until suddenly the door burst open to reveal a distressed Patton. My heart sank when the realization hit me. Virgil... 

"Roman, you have to help."