Ciel could not believe his ears.

Diana.

The keeper of course had nothing against the eldest daughter of the duke, but everyone knows how weak and powerless Diana is. She doesn't even know how to use magic according to the rumours he heard.

Even if she was the daughter of the duke who held most of the power over the people after the King, but the Ministry of Dragons are ruled by the King not the duke. Marcus won't even listen to his daughter whom he neglected and hated since she was born and so does the crown prince who annulled his engagement with her.

She had no power over anything in Argentum. So how was she going to convince them that Demarcus was innocent and to stop this selfish madness?

But it wouldn't make any difference, the people all loved a dragon execution. It was a thrill for them.

It was just an excuse for them to kill a dragon just for the entertainment. They hadn't had one since Pythios execution.

He bit his lip hard, shaking away that awful memory of seeing those dark green eyes of the dragon he once raised, fall into the darkness of death. Pythios who was above all the greatest dragon they had but it was unexpected that he went out of control one day and killed 6 of his friends that day. No one knows why he did what he did, and none ever figured it out.

The ministry of dragon did not deep any further in the case at all and left it as a dragon who had gone berserk.

Yet Ciel could not do anything but watch as his head rolled on the ground, leaving a blood trail behind.

He didn't want the same thing to happen to Demarcus.

"I know what ya may thinking about Marcus' useless daughter but don't let those past rumours have any sort of control over what Diana truly is" Elisaria said while she shoved her hand into her sleeve once again.

Ciel didn't say anything and looked away shamefully. "What are you trying to tell me?" Ciel asked.

Elisaria side glanced at Ciel who was looking down at his feet, she inspected him for a couple of seconds but then to call him over. "Come, come Ciel. There is something ya need to see to understand" she gestured with a hand.

Ciel glanced at Sereia who returned the same gaze and then he shifted his gaze back to Elisaria. She waited patiently for Ciel to come which he did. Ciel slowly strolled his way to the cauldron and stood in front of the witch.

Looking down at the liquid of red water, he gazed deeply into his own wavery reflection. Flaming bright orange hair that was a tad bit messy and his bangs came down to his bright blue eyes. Analysing his face, a bit more he came to realise he didn't look as bad as he thought, not like he never looked at his reflection before, but he just never cared to adore himself in his reflection. It was just a quick glance to make sure he didn't have anything on his face after cleaning the dragon barracks, yet it was never on a mirror, those objects were far too valuable to be lying around a commoners barracks.

It was those wavery reflection of the water that made another image of himself that made he think otherwise. Yet thinking about it, maybe Ralph and the others weren't all talk just to be nice to his feelings.

The water started to swirled in a spiral, his reflection in the mirror breaking apart to form a dark figure that stood tall. His posture high and mighty like a king who would stand upon his subjects. Ciel made out multiple horns stuck out from the figures head, lining to smallest, the biggest being in the middle before descending into smaller ones. Getting a better look at it, Ciel came to see it was a crown upon the shadowed figures head.

"Who is he?" Ciel asked suddenly, intrigued by the man who looked so mighty just the way he held himself. His eyes glimmering with awe.

"He was one of Alphyria's saviours" Elisaria answered, her eyes gazing at the darkened figure that was completely covered in shadows of darkness, "Havardur Malvolia" her tone came out serious and dark as a shadow crept over her.

Ciel blinked rising an eyebrow in confusion, "who?"

The old hag eye twitched with annoyance, "ugh! Ya humans have called him by another name for 100 centuries that ya have forgotten his real name," she spat out, wagging her finger at the confused Ciel and Sereia.

Elisaria sighed, rubbing her forehead with her hand. "King Havardur was none other than the Great King ya humans titled him as" she explained calmly again.

"Eheheh~" Ciel chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, "Sorry I'm not into history as much to go this far as knowing an ancient king's name" he explained. Sereia giggled behind her hand in amusement.

The old hag wrinkled her nose and gave him a miffed look as she crossed her hands to her chest and cocked her head to the side with eyes that narrowed to slits, "Please tell me ya know the story of Alphyria's greatest victory against the Orcs?" she questioned.

"W-well yes. Everyone knows of the story who wouldn't?" he responded.

Elisaria snorted, "Well good because I was gonna leave ya in the dark if ya didn't know" she grumbled, still looking bleated about everything.

"Thanks for notifying me about that" Ciel sweat-dropped at what Elisaria had said about leaving him clueless if he didn't know of the history. The keeper wasn't surprised if she did because after spending little time with her, she seemed like an impatient old witch.

"But what has the Great King got to do with me trying to save Demarcus, Ralph and Rebecca?" Ciel wondered. It didn't make sense to him why Elisaria was telling him useless information when he wanted to know why Diana was the key to their escape.

Elisaria swirled her hand above the liquid, and it followed her movement, the image of Havardur reimaging itself to create a figure of a woman. Her long hair flowing slowly against the current and she stood upon a mountain top with a curved sword in her hands. Ciel was suddenly captivated by the woman in the water that he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

Sereia saw this and her face flushed red with anger, "humph" she crossed her hands and turned the other way. Ciel was too busy staring at the water to notice the sudden jealousy of the water fairy.

"Young lad, the great king is the reason to Diana's source of power" Elisaria revealed as if she read what was going through his mind which made him uncomfortable at the fact, she made read his thoughts more often.

"Uhh~ please explain so I can understand your undecipherable riddles"

There was silence. Elisaria gazed doubtfully into the cauldron, her eyes on Diana's image in the water as if she was hesitant to speak. Her lips pursed together before sighing deeply. She moved her hand over the liquid again. It changed again to reshape Havardur himself again. Yet this time he stood on a cliff, his robe flapping in the wind ever so slowly as his hand was rosed in the air and his palm wide open as if he was giving the sky a high five. Two mighty dragons stood, side by side in front of the king.

It wearied the dragon keeper.

"Everyone knows that Havardur had powerful magic. Magic so powerful it could control all dragons even Merikh and Evanora" her stern owl-like eyes looked up at Ciel. His face went pale, and an anxious glint was seen in his ocean eyes.

"The black and the white dragon" Elisaria affirmed for the keeper in case he didn't know who they were. "Yet he disappeared long after he possessed the power of the crystal to bring down that Demon" she continued on, but her furrows came down at the mention of the monster that she scowled bitterly to herself. It was the reflection of hate in her eyes that turned Ciel to shiver in his place.

"Demon?" Ciel stammered.

"It seems ya humans don't know the full story of the war between Alphyria and the Orcs after all" She heckled, scoffing at Ciel.

"I guess not. Our knowledge of the war doesn't go as far than yours."

"No. It does not."

The old witch waved her hand over the liquid again, it followed the gesture of her hand once again. The image shaped itself again creating a scene of the King falling deep into an endless pit as the crystal fell with him. "Havardur perished from our world, never to be seen or heard of again becoming nothing but legend in a children's bedtime story. However, that doesn't mean he was dead. He was rather having a peculiar time somewhere else" she explained her voice dark and screechy. As she stared deeply into the water her eyes mirrored the image of the fallen king.

"What do you mean somewhere else?" Ciel questioned, looking up from the cauldron and at Elisaria who was far deep into her world. It was as if she was being hypnotised by the waters.

"I don't know" she murmured softly.

"What? What do you mean you don't know?" Ciel eyebrows knitted together when he pulled an expression. He was surprised that the witch didn't know about it when she knew about the rest of things so clearly. "You're a witch. Aren't witches supposed to know everything?"

"I just don't know. My eyes can only see as far as this world goes." She shrugged her shoulders, her tone becoming lighter than it was before. It's like a switch of the mood, one moment she is dead serious, scary and unpredictable the next she is a crazy old woman whose language is sarcasm.

"How is this even helping me?"

"This helps ya understand the situation ya will heading off to later" Elisaria wagged her bony finger at Ciel.

"By giving me a history lesson?" the orange haired keeper arched an eyebrow and crossed his hands against his chest, annoyed at the fact that he isn't getting the answer he need about Diana.

"Listen here ya impatient brat." She slammed her hand on the edges of the cauldron startling both the fairy and keeper. Ciel flinched back in case she turned him into a toad.

"Diana's blood runs in the deceased family of Malvolia. She and the rest of the royal families of each of the five kingdoms, all came from the five brothers who were chosen to lead the five empires of Alphyria that we know of today. All five brothers were the eldest siblings of Havardur and their blood runs in each royal monarchy, to the dukes and to the emperors" as she spoke, Elisaria reached her bony hand into her sleeve.

The old witch gazed down at her cauldron once again, her eyes hypnotised by the waters as she sprinkled something into the liquid that faded the colour of red to a mirky green. She then proceeded dipping her long index finger into the water while she continued to speak. "When one seeks power to conquer them all there is always a price to be paid." Her voice darkened once again, as she watched as the dark green fog begin to smoke around her finger like moths attracted to light. She didn't even budge from the hot liquid and only continued to speak.

It was then when he felt the room begin to darken and an overbearing aura linger in the atmosphere. The howls of the wind rattling the windows didn't make things any better. The only light beginning to shine was the one coming from the cauldron. A vibrant dark green that glowed upon them and it glimmered the witch's eyes like a deathly creature.

Sereia's tone of tinkle changed and Ciel sensed it was one of fear. The little fairy floated closer to the keeper, her petit body beginning to tremble vibrantly. Her blue eyes darted around the room like a little bunny searching the bushes for its hidden predator.

"A power that was not granted by the Lord but stolen from a dark entity from the shadows of our realm. A power that rivalled the Demon." It was when she spoke that Ciel's attention was caught by a shadowy figure on the wall emerged from the depths and came to life from behind the witch. His blue eyes quivered with fear and this fear sucked the living breath out the keeper.

It was a form of a beast. A beast with human like hands that was twisted into long arched claws ready to snatch anything that came to close. Terrifying horns sprung out from its head like a crown upon its head and a malicious grin crossed his face revealing it's rows of sharp teeth.

Sereia hid behind Ciel when sighting this creature that loomed over the witch as it came to life.

"He who had abandon all hopes on the Lord to save them from the Orcs and the Demon himself, came crawling back begging to be freed from the darkness that only just began to consume his humanity. The power that was not meant for the human soul."

Just as it came the clawed beast disappeared, and the shadows separated from each other.

"The merciful Lord forgave Havardur but he could not turn away so blindly for what he had done. The great King accepted the punishment, and he was banished from Alphyria with the power itself. A curse was then left upon the descendants of Havardur for all eternity to come." Elisaria pulled her finger out of the water and watched as the smoky green fog trail the finger from its tips. She twirled the fog around slowly and out of the fog emerged a woman.

A woman of very peculiar features, ones he had never seen before. The shape of her eyes were not like he had seen before however he thought of them to be so unique and beautiful that it brought all even Diana to shame. Those unique eyes were shade of blood red something he had seen on a wild dragon from Drakon.

Her dark hair was like not any other black hair he had seen in Alphyria either. Black like the night sky, long and silky that it compliment those red eyes and her fair skin. Her black attire however was odd to him. Everything was black to her weird looking cape that had sleeves to the boots that had buckles and straps all over it.

As he observed her carefully, he sore something grasped in her hand. An object shaped like an L in a dark shade of grey. He wondered what it was.

"That is why she could not enter the world with her own physically body because the curse that run through his blood runs through her very veins" Elisaria said, getting Ciel's full attention again.

The orange haired keeper stayed silent, the only thing he could hear is his beating heart that raced for some unknown reason. It wasn't out fear but the next words of Elisaria that might unsettle him.

"I don't like where this is going" he sidelong to Sereia to see her reaction. Her little button nose wrinkled and her blue eyes turning green from jealousy as she whipped head to the side and crossed her arms.

It confused the keeper. Could it be she doesn't like people with black clothing?

"Out of the blood line of Malvolia, Diana's body was chosen to inherit the soul of Havadur's descendant for the reason I do not why. It may have been because of some connection to Diana or that the soul had taken pity of Diana's former life that it wanted some sort of revenge to take on while she is here, or it may have been that Diana was no longer part of this world and her body was left soulless, leaving her the only relative that was left inhabitant for her to take over"

"Oh God, you don't mean"

"yes oh God" Elisaria nodded her head, eyes wide like the shape of walnuts. The figure dispersed and the green fog disappeared, and the room had suddenly became lighter.

"This is so messed up. How could - I don't understand" his hand trailed to his orange hair, fingers intwining with the thin strands of orange, slipping it back the hair that had become moist from the nervous sweat.

He was confused, shocked and didn't know what to say. His stomach only churned and twisted, everything he had eaten wanted to back up. He was sick, sick just thinking about it all. A soul taking over someone else's body. That is impossible, highly impossible.

So how?

Why?

"Meh." Elisaria shrugged her shoulders. "I don't even know myself to why the world runs the way it does. I'm just living in it rent free" Elisaria had brushed it off as if it was nothing as she chuckled after.

It flabbergasted the Keeper, his jaw dropped, nearly touching the ground. How could she be so calm about this?

"Does that mean I have to get...Diana or whoever this person occupying Diana's body, to help me?" Ciel questioned with a rosed eyebrow.

"Young lad, I gave ya the answer ya were seeking for, it's up to ya whether ya would take it or leave it. However, getting her help on this, is the only way for ya to escape free of harm with ya friends. If that is what ya want," she gestured her hand as if she was handing him something valuable.

Ciel'e eyes glanced at her wrinkly skeleton like hands and began to ponder over his thoughts. He pursed his lips, staying silent as he started to think of the possibilities of doing to it himself without her help, but nothing came, and it seemed like her help was the only way.

Freeing his brother and Rebecca from chains was one thing but if wanted to save Demarcus from his death especially in the condition his in, Diana or whoever this person was, is his only bet.

With fixed eyes, he gazed up and voiced out his decision. "If it is the only way for Demarcus and the others to be freed from all harms, then I will take it"

A twisted smirk formed on the corner of Elisaria's mouth.

"Wise decision, Ciel"