Love Agreement With The King

After more than one year, Felicity was almost 5 years old, her shoulder-lenght hair was brown and curly just like Roselyn's hair. The more she grew the more she looked like a younger version of her mother.

In one year she had to sign for elementary school so Roselyn explained to her what she had to say and what she had to keep from humans. She reminded her every day that she didn't have to trust anyone nor did she have to tell anyone about her supernatural nature.

She was still a human, she had to fully developed her powers before she could turn completely into a banshee. Moreover her body didn't have the strength to heal itself in case something happened to her, Roselyn would never forgive herself if Felicity would get hurt in any way.

"Are you sure you understood?" Roselyn asked for the umpteenth time.

Felicity was a too good child not to roll her eyes and even if she wanted to she nodded, "I did mom." She whispered. "Can I get back to play with Elijah now?" She asked in an exhausted tone of voice which made Rose giggle.

She had never thought one day she could be that super apprehensive kind of mother but there she was, worrying about her sons for the slightest thing.

Elijah had never met the girl who helped him with the dossier but he wished he could see her and ask her if she knew how to contact those people.

He didn't want to get into the village to search for Sebastian's parents because he would risk too much. So he thought that when Felicity would start elementary school he would involve her in his plan and ask for her help.

Meantime John started practicing again like he used to do in the past. He practiced three times daily to fight Connor, he even was scolded by his sons for not paying them enough attention.

He couldn't do much, he had to train and improve his attacks and defenses if he wanted to win the fight against Connor.

One day something unpredictable happened, Connor's son, the kid who used to make fun of Elijah and say he was weaker than the other and even called him a disappointment was now pleading Elijah to stop the fight.

He even apologized to Elijah, claiming he was rude to him because he was jealous of him and he deeply down feared he would get as stronger than him.

"I can't tell him to do so. Your father stabbed my father when he asked for a truce." Elijah reminded him and his voice rang of resentment and anger when he recalled the image of John bleeding on the sofa.

Elijah had wished every minute Connor would pay for what he did to his father and saying he wanted peace was lying to himself. One big part of him wanted Connor's father to suffer as much as his father suffered when he was stabbed in the back.

"If I ask my father maybe they can talk…" the kid insisted but Elijah glowered at him.

"You're the reason why this happened. If you didn't make fun of me now you wouldn't be here begging for pardon. Even if I forgive you and we convince our father to cancel the fight, I am sure you will make fun of another kid as soon as you get the chance." Elijah said, revealing for the first time his cruel rancorous side.

The kid grabbed around Elijah's wrists and his voice broke, "please, I beg you. Help me." when he turned around Elijah saw him for the first time as a vulnerable person, without the usual mischievous shelf he usually wore. In his eyes, Elijah read his sadness and his desperate fear of losing his father and he saw himself in him. He was scared just like Elijah was scared of losing John. Regardless of how the fight went, they both came out losers.

Elijah took a deep breath, he placed his hand over his chest and his gaze softened.

"We should talk to them together," Elijah suggested.

The kid stretched his hand, "I haven't introduced myself before. My name is Harry."

Elijah's lips curved in an innocent sincere smile.

Elijah shook his hand and as soon as their hands touched, Harry spoke again, "I apologize for having said so many bad things about you. I am sure your body shape and your height doesn't determine your strength."

They gather every glimpse of courage in their body and after making up an excuse they brought their fathers to the place they had previously set.

When John and Connor understood what their sons had orchestrated behind their backs they were speechless and surprised.

Harry glanced at Elijah and when he nodded he took the floor, "we brought you here because we wanted to talk to you both." He started, from his voice, it was hearable the tension and the nervousness he tried to repress.

"We don't want to lose you, we don't want to see you two hurting each other. We made peace and forgave each other, we hope you can do the same." Elijah continued. On John's lips grew a smile of pride, he couldn't believe the mature kid who was talking was his son.

Connor, on the other side, wasn't so proud, he was furious. His eyebrows knitted together and his cheeks blushed when his fists clenched. He looked like he was eaten up by anger and frustration.

"I am sorry, father. I …" Harry murmured, he could barely speak, every word that he said his breath shortened a bit more, pushing him on the edge of crying. He had to stop his saying to focus only to hold back the tears.

"You don't think I can fight him? That's why you made peace with him?" Connor asked angrily, but he didn't need an answer he only wanted to let off steam his anger and accurate his son.

"I don't want you to be killed, father. But neither did I want you to be a murderer." Harry's voice broke and with it also the shield which impeded the tears to wet his face. In a matter of few instances, tears fell down his face and his cheeks reddened while his eyes were bloated.

Elijah wanted to hug him and forget about all their disputes, he could see the real Harry now. The one who had been hiding below his evil surface; he was just as vulnerable as Elijah.. He desperately looked at Connor for approval but his father didn't seem willing to soften his mad gaze.