Chapter 10

Ciroz is Millar is Sam G. Powell continue walking towards the goal of saving the huminity of the monsters but in the middle of the way the queen of nature calls Shelle who invites them to spend that night in her kingdom.

the three walked to a tent where the queen of nature had told them to go, it is home they meet a beautiful young fairy named Analock who would make a prophecy to the three to tell which of the three would be chosen to inherit the superpower. After hearing the prophecy the three go to their beds, exhausted, but satisfied because of their quest and sleep peacefully.

Next morning, Ciroz woke first, making breakfast for everyone. The other kids joined him soon after and then the three of them left, continuing their journey to their destination, looking both worried and happy. They finally arrived at the big wooden door where the fairies usually live when they visit them. The girl knocked and was immediately opened. 

“Welcome to our Kingdom, travelers,” greeted the queen in the sweetest tone possible. 

Milla smiled kindly. 

“Thank you, Your Highness. We have heard that you are the kind of queen who will help us.”

Analock giggled lightly and nodded. 

“That’s correct. However, you shouldn’t forget that I can’t take all the blame for whatever happens. I simply wish to assist you.”

Milla smiled again. 

“We appreciate your cooperation. We hope it will help us a lot.”

Ciroz nodded slightly and smiled too, but he still was nervous. What if he messed up and caused a disaster? What if the prophecy was wrong and it would be the three bad boys who were destined to save humanity?

Sam G. Powell took Cyroz's shoulder and calmed him down.

Sam G. Powell: don't worry Cyroz we're going to bring your family back and bring peace to the world too you need to believe this if you don't believe this then all our journey so far has been in vain. We're getting closer to our objective but we haven't accomplished anything yet and you have enough to worry about without taking on too much responsibility for something that isn't worth it! 

Ciroz smiled gratefully.

"Yes Sam G. I'm sure we'll be fine."

Sam G. Powell smiled back and patted him on the shoulders.

Analock looked confused.

"What does that mean?" 

Ciroz sighed and turned towards the fairy.

"It means that Sam and Ciroz were the only ones who survived the war between humans and immortals." 

At these words, Analock stared at them shocked. She was completely silent for some time. Her expression eventually changed into one filled with compassion and sympathy.

"You poor children... I know that you've suffered terribly during those years..."

Milla smiled faintly.

"We had no choice. We fought side by side with them and sacrificed everything. It was a miracle that we managed to survive!"

Analock smiled brightly.

"I think I can relate," she said. "When I escaped my tower I spent months alone, fighting for my survival on the streets of this cruel society. But at least I had my friends who believed in me and tried to defend me. Now you two look just like your parents. I bet you even share a little bit of their characteristics..."

Ciroz and SamG. Powell looked at each other and shrugged. They knew the Queen of Nature wasn't talking about their features or personality. She meant their powers. They both understood the implication and felt touched. SamG. Powell didn't say anything, instead he took a deep breath. He remembered how long ago his mother and father had died and he felt sad, but he was also happy that he could have such friends. If there was anybody who would support him no matter what he needed to do, it was Milla, he thought.

Before he could open his mouth to answer Analock, however, the door opened, startling the trio. A tall, blond boy entered the room. He was looking directly at Ciroz.

Sam G. Powell smiled at Ciroz while introducing the newcomer.

"This is my little brother, Ciroz, and his sister Analock," he explained. "Their parents were killed when they were young. I guess they didn't have anywhere to go so I helped them as much as I could."

Analock smiled gently at Ciroz.

"And how old is your little brother now? He doesn't seem to have gotten older at all," she asked. "Are you sure he's a teenager? He doesn't really act like it."

Ciroz nodded shyly. He was glad she asked. As long as his sister liked him, he'd be okay, no matter what age he looked.

Sam G. Powell chuckled softly.

"He's thirteen. That's why he acts so childish. And don't worry, he won't be acting like that for long."

Ciroz blushed.

"Thank you so much for helping me out... and for not judging me..." he replied quietly.

Analock put one hand on his shoulder.

"There's nothing to be afraid about. Nobody here cares if you're older or younger than your peers. We understand that sometimes, things are not always as we expect them to be and sometimes, people behave badly... But we all try to be better people, so if anyone gives you any trouble, you just let me know."

"Thanks for the warning," whispered Ciroz.

Analock smiled warmly.

Suddenly she noticed something on the ground. She bent to pick it up and handed it to Ciroz. 

"Is this yours, dear? Did someone drop it here?" 

Ciroz looked at it and gasped, suddenly feeling tears springing into his eyes.