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Thatafternoon,ProtegosawPrimrose standing in an empty room in the castle, peering out the window. She was staring into the castle gardens at the tiny flowers. Though they bloomed a bewitching shade of yellow, they were beginning to show signs of wilting. The vibrancy was now muted, and the petals started to shrivel and curl.
“Are you going to say something or are you just going to watch me?” Primrose questioned him, still looking through the glass.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that you intrigue me.”
“I intrigue you? I am just a boring human girl. You’re the… demon? God? What are you again? And how did you conjure that sword from nothing?!” Primrose asked in an exasperated tone.
“I’m a spirit from Aeternus. Humans have many names for us. The people of Desert Isles, where my essence originates from, call us djinn. A lot of villages from North-Terra call us demons. Other regions have other terms for what I am, but… I am just a spirit. A magical, metaphysical being,” He said, the corners of his mouth turning upwards.
“Justa spirit, huh. So your essence comes from the Desert Isles? I admit I’m not sure what an essence is.”
“When The Committee creates life, even if we aren’t meant to stay in the physical realm for long, we are all given an essence. It’s like a physical thing they conjure in connection to your spiritual form. For me, they used sand from the Desert Isles. You’d come from the ice of the North,” Protego answered. Primrose scrunched her nose.
“I am not from the North. My father is from Mid-Terra,” she protested.
“Nearly all of your features hail from the North,” Protego said. “You may have been born here, but at least one of your parents was not. It’s not good or bad, it just is.” They stared at each other for a few moments in silence.
“Do you ever miss the Desert Isles?” Primrose asked, changing the subject.
“I don’t. I’ve only visited. I belong in Aeternus. It’s my home. This realm isn’t mine; it’s just one I’ve chosen to explore,” he answered, brushing a strand of dark hair behind his ear.
“So when I die—I’ll go to the Aeternus to be tortured forever?” Primrose asked and then sat on the large window sill.
“No.” Protego’s eyes widened. “I don’t imagine you will. I think… you’d go to Paradisus.”
Primrose smiled at this, as footsteps approached from down the hall.
“Primrose! Prim! Where are you?” Mrs. Sharp’s voice howled as she reached the threshold. Protego looked for somewhere to hide but found nothing to conceal his presence; the room was barren.
Mrs. Sharp let out a loud gasp as she walked towards Primrose and cupped her cheek. Her hair was in the messiest bun Primrose had ever seen, and she wondered if Mrs. Sharp was overworking herself, as the woman’s hands were slick with sweat.
“Leave, now!” Mrs. Sharp demanded Protego, who simply raised his arms and walked out of the room. Slamming the door shut, Mrs. Sharp looked at Primrose with one eyebrow raised.
“What is going on?”
“It’s a simple explanation,” Primrose began. “He is a guard I hired to kill the monsters I accidentally conjured.” She nodded, expecting approval.
“That is not simple at all. What on Terra?! Why did you conjure—”
“I didn’t mean to, and honestly it’s mostly your fault for removing me from the library, so I don’t want—”
“Enough,” the woman interrupted. “Okay…. So we’ve got some pests to rid of. Why did we hire a monster to come and kill monsters?”
“He’s not a monster he’s—” Primrose was interrupted by a male voice from the other side of the door.
“I’m a sorcerer,” Protego said, opening the door.
Mrs. Sharp eyed him up and down. The muscular body, red eyes, and pointy ears being points she fixed her eyes on, lingering a bit longer. She remained calm while being simultaneously horrified.
“You don’t look like a sorcerer, you look like a demon,” Mrs. Sharp sharply replied.
“I hail from the Desert Isles. Also, you look more like a sea witch than a lady’s maid.”
“Because I’m large?! How rude,” Mrs. Sharp spat out.
“No, I would never belittle someone for their size. It’s because your hair looks like a nest fit for eels,” he spat back. Primrose put a hand over her mouth, holding back a laugh.
“Unbelievable. I—I have other matters to attend to. Let me know if you two need anything.” Mrs. Sharp gave a bitter smile and then exited.
