"Please rise," Harry, Prince Harry, said regally, gesturing with his hand. Now all the stuttering and avoiding my questions made sense. Harry was a prince.
"Harry..." I trailed off. Mr. Lennon looked at me in surprise at addressing him with only his first name and no title. Harry turned to me and blushed bright red. I just stood there with a gaping mouth. Harry just reached over and pushed my chin up to close my mouth.
"Your highness, what are you doing here?" Mr. Lennon asked as politely as possible. Harry returned his gaze to him and he began to speak.
"Sir, I came back to find someone I lost. And I found her," he smiled at me and I looked at the ground. "I promised her parents, Sir Montague and Lady Meredith, I would find her. My father, was not too happy about it but because I am uh," he paused and Mr. Lennon nodded as if he understood, "he let me find her."
"Because you're what?" I asked touching his arm. He glanced at me and shook his head, making me sigh in frustration. I felt as though I'd never get a straight answer from him. Mr. Lennon looked at me in surprise once again, which made me suspicious, but I didn't want to push now.
"Cathleen, you are in no shape to battle," Mr. Lennon stated after looking us over. "I will call it off." I didn't want to agree, but with one look from Harry, I nodded and followed the both of them out of the booth. It seemed as though no time had passed, everyone was still cheering and Genevieve was still waving like a princess, sending kisses to the crowd. Some of the boys were just eating her up and some girls were worshiping her. The people around the tent looked at me in surprise, as if they didn't see me use my powers to fly and leave the ground. I trailed behind them and I could hear the whispers of the crowd as they looked over my appearance and Harry's. I self-consciously touched my throat and pain erupted from my touch. I winced and Harry turned and looked at me in sympathy. I watched as Mr. Lennon grabbed his microphone and call off the battle. A collective groan came from the audience and I could nearly see the fumes coming from Genevieve. I didn't want to endure her wrath, or anyone else's, so I pulled on Harry's arm and pointed to the closest door and he nodded. We slipped away and headed toward his car.
"I'll drive," I said grabbing the keys from his hand. He looked at me and raised a brow, but didn't fight as he slid into the passenger seat. Luckily, I had taught myself to drive using an old truck they had left behind at the orphanage. I prayed we wouldn't get pulled over, because I didn't have a license. I pulled out of the parking lot and tried not to speed as I raced home. I didn't want to fall asleep at the wheel and every bump I hit a saw Harry tense up and grip his arm. I was worried.
"Harry, maybe we should go to the hospital?" I looked over at him at a stoplight. He shook his head and I groaned. "Let me help you," I pleaded, reaching to touch his knee. He grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers.
"You just being here make me feel better," he squeezed my hand. Even though it was totally cheesy, it made me blush. The light turned green and I reluctantly pulled my hand away. It felt as if we had driven for hours, but finally the orphanage came into sight. I sighed in relief and pulled the car into the driveway. We climbed out of the car and stumbled up the steps to the door. We crashed on to the couch and looked at each other. Then we just started laughing.
"You...you look terrible," I laughed and he nodded flipping my hair. I looked at his arm and gestured for him to give it to me again. He shook his head and covered it with his other hand, but I scooted closer and I took his arm into my hands. He grimaced and I unwrapped it and gasped in horror. The cut had turned bright red and was puffy.
"It was poison wasn't it?" I asked and Harry nodded with a sad smile. "Are you going to die?" I asked, my eyes tearing up. He shrugged his shoulders, but his hand reached out to my face. I leaned into it, tears slowly running down my face. I closed my eyes and felt a little tingle on my face. Harry wiped my face and he touched over my forehead. I remembered my birthmark and quickly opened my eyes. I looked into the mirror which was across the room, facing us. My birthmark had lit up; it glowed pale yellow. I watched as the colored traveled down my face to my chest and out through my arms. Harry's eyes were knowing as the color trailed out my arms to my hands and up his arm. I watched with big eyes as the color reached his cut and disappeared into his body. Slowly, the cut began to close, the redness disappearing and soon nothing but a faded scar was left. Harry smiled at me and moved his arm, it was all better.
"Harry, did you know?" I asked wiping my face on my sleeve as I sniffled. Harry laughed and pulled me into his lap. He hugged me to his chest and I snuggled into his warmth, and I fell asleep.
I had found my second power: healing.