The ghouls returned with the fairy in a jar. She sat in the bottom, weeping softly. Mythaeus held the jar in his hands and glared at her.
"You fairies, good or evil, will always be a disease in this land." He then sighed and set the jar on the table, taking a seat in front of it. "Don't be afraid, Julia." The fairy wiped away her tears and looked up at him fearfully.
"Aren't you angry?" He nodded slowly.
"Of course I am. You ruined my plan to restore our world." She tilted her head in question.
"How do you mean?" She asked timidly.
"Do you remember who died twenty years ago?" he said with a raised brow
"Yes, the elves' king. Then the queen died soon after… why?"
"Were they not in love, Julia?" The fairy blinked, not understanding what this had to do with Sylvia. "Think, little fairy. Who took the throne?" Julia glanced around in thought.
"Their daughter, because the son went missing and she was their only other heir."
"And what did their son practice? Come now, there's a reason why Sylvia lived so close to that portal." The fairy began rolling the hem of her dress nervously.
"Um… I don't know."
"Are you lying?" He asked smugly.
"No, I'm not. Honestly."
"He was dabbling in other worlds." Julia gasped.
"No! How would he have known anything about that to begin with?"
"A hundred years ago the elves had a civil war in which the fairies got involved. They began giving secret information to the evil ones in hopes they would win. They didn't, of course, and there was a sacred vault built to hold these secrets that was never to be opened. Those who attempted fae magic either went mad or disappeared. Many landed in Sylvia's world appearing as humans, most of their fates unknown… with exception to my father's."
"No!" Julia breathed. He chuckled lightly.
"Yes, Julia, I'm from both our world and Sylvia's."
"But how did you end up looking like this?" Julia thought of what she said then looked down in shame, "I didn't mean anything by that." Mythaeus smirked
"My father lived in the woods, watching the humans from a distance. He came up with a plan to claim he lost his memory when he fell from a tree, and slowly integrated into their society. He met my mother, his true love, and together they had me. My name then was Matthew." Julia watched as Mythaeus' seemed to drift off in his memories. "My father wanted me to return here and burn that information the fairies had given the elves so that no one could ever be taken away to a foreign land again. He couldn't do it his self; he had my mother under the spell of true love in a land where that didn't exist. No one leaves their true love, ever." He said severely. Julia nodded in agreement. "In my mid-twenties I found the portal back, but the world was much different than how my father described it.
"I was looked upon as an evil intruder, and could build no trust because of my outlandish appearance. I went to the elves to try to explain what had happened, believing with all my heart that they would accept me. Instead, they held my past against me and considered me a threat. They threw me in a prison where I saw no light for fifteen years and was surrounded the elves that had gone mad in the war. Even women and children had been effected by using the magic… they were the foulest, believe it or not. With the promise of a new life, I organized a revolt were we miraculously escaped, fighting fist to sword. It was truly a bloodbath, and even after many were killed at least three hundred of them remained. I was blinded by the light the moment we went outside, so they carried me to this place where the elves couldn't find us. We built this castle with the help of the spirit of the forest and with some convincing if it gave me magic, longevity and sight; in exchange of course for protecting the land.
"Within the first week the elves begged to be put under a spell,
but I refused. I still believed that they could be rehabilitated.
Very soon after the castle was finished many began committing
suicide, unable to handle their madness in this free environment.
Others died from exhaustion; it was hard to sleep when your
thoughts turned on you at night. I changed my mind about the
spell when they became violent towards each other, resulting in
the death of a little girl." Julia clasped her hands
"Oh dear… that must have been so hard." She said gently. Mythaeus looked towards the window and continued.
"I made their minds numb, isolating the memories and their damaged way of thinking. They at least function now, and yes they still feel… somewhat. They all get along and every now and then they will smile at me. Shreds of their former, normal selves come through but it is seldom. I know their appearance is horrifying, but that wasn't my doings. That was the result of some thirty years locked away from the sun. They did however become frozen in time, or at least are aging incredibly slow. I don't know how that happened." Mythaeus seemed to trail off, but then remembered the point of this conversation. "Julia, Sylvia is the daughter of that prince and because she is of royal blood this world is going to collapse without at least one of their presences."
"I'm sorry, I had no idea. All I knew was that she thought she was in trouble."
"You were doing your job." He unscrewed the lid and she flew out and on to the table. "Besides, I should have told her what was going on instead of waiting so long."
"Do you have any sort of plan?" He nodded.
"I believe she may be here tonight. I went to her through her dreams… hopefully she will not abandon me, us."
"I will go wait by the portal. I still have many questions for you, but perhaps I will know more when you tell her what you told me." She said with a smile. She turned and flew to the window, but stopped. "Oh, what does this have to do with the king and queen being in love?" Mytholian thought for a moment on what to say, and decided to save that detail for later.
"I will let you know when I let Sylvia know." She wasn't entirely pleased by his answer, but nodded and continued forward.