Chapter 389 - A Little Paradise (1/2)

Chris stepped forward and her surroundings changed. A narrow tunnel led to somewhere bright. Chris followed the light and at the end of the tunnel, she parted a curtain of weeping willows, walking into the most beautiful forest she had ever seen.

Chirping birds, colorful buŧŧerflies played on the multicolored trees and flowers in the bright sunlight. Past the tall trees and green flower-filled bushes, green soft grass stretched out as far as eyes could see, and there Dragons, Chimeras, Winged horses, Thestrals, and many more dangerous yet beautiful creatures peacefully slept, sat, or walked around.

”Wow. . .” Chris couldn't help but gasp at the scenery before her.

”Do you like my little Paradise, Christina?”

The familiar voice of the void asked and Chris turned around to find a well-dressed young man with dark hair and green eyes, a smile on his face, and a phoenix perched on his shoulder..

”Fergus?”

Fergus looked not a day older than the last memory Chris saw, though watching him in the memories and right now, was quite different. He looked far more corporal now as if he was as real as Chris.

”Nice to meet you, Christina,” Fergus held out his hand, and a little surprised Chris reached for a handshake.

As soon as, Chris's hand touched Fergus, her insides churned and magic suddenly flared out of her. Flinching, Chris pulled back.

”I'm sorry. I didn't know what happened,” Chris said clenching and unclenching her fingers while trying to calm her magic.

”No need to apologize. I know what happened and it was not your fault. Though, I am glad you have your magic so much in control,” Fergus gave a mysterious smile before walking towards the green patch of grass. A little confused Chris followed him.

”You didn't answer my question. How did you like my little Paradise?” Fergus asked without looking back.

”It's beautiful,” Chris replied looking around again. ”I love magical creatures.”

”Me too,” Fergus stopped near a sleeping red dragon.

”Are they real?” Chris asked fondly looking at the Dragon.

”Why don't you find out?” Fergus said stroking the Dragon's head gently.

Chris brushed the red scales on the Dragon's neck and it opened its eyes a little bit. Chris stared at it and the Dragon went back to sleep, unbothered.

”They feel so real but they aren't, are they?” Chris said looking at the Phoenix on Fergus's shoulder.

”How do you know?” Fergus asked, moving its shoulder and the Phoenix flew away.

”There are a lot of reasons, like so many creatures living together peacefully, the trees, birds . . . the sunlight . . . we are underground, there shouldn't be sunlight. Everything is too good to be true,” Chris said patting the dragon and unconsciously she added, ”And unless you are immortal and unaffected by the vampire curse, you are not real either.”

Fergus didn't reply for a moment and Chris looked up to find him staring at her and realized what she just said.