Yes, I see you.

Blue's POV;

"I can't believe him, Sarah! He is the most annoying human on earth. I hate him!" I exclaimed, pacing around the room angrily.

"Who are we talking about?" Sarah asked.

"Wilder Reagan." I groaned in annoyance.

"Okay... why do you hate him?"

I halted, turning to face her. "He threatened to kill you."

"What?" She yelled, standing up from the couch she was sitting on.

I snapped my fingers, "Exactly! And why? Because I simply requested to have a room up there." I pointed up at the ceiling, "I would have burnt him with my flames, but he has no soul."

Or should I perhaps, cut off his head? Nah, he is definitely a skilled warrior and I have no skill in fighting.

"No soul!" Sarah repeated in exclamation. "I knew it! He is indeed a dangerous man."

"Yes he is. He is very dangerous, and if I am not careful I might end up have S. E. X with him."

"S. E. X? Sex? You want to have sex with him?" She yelled at the top of her voice, sounding confused.

"I think so Sarah. I mean— his voice, his touch... it stirs up emotions inside of me, emotions I never thought I would feel one day. His fingers are so rough, and yet delicate. Even without my eyesight I can tell his shoulders—"

"Princess!!" Sarah yelled, bringing me out of my day dreaming.

"Yes, Sarah."

"Am I the only one confused here?"

"Uh? Confused? About what?"

"Oh my goodness!" She fell back to the couch, the sound of her hand hitting her forehead resounded in the room, "You said you hate him, Blue. You want to burn him with your flames, so... how can you want to have sex with him. How in the world did that even occur inside of you!"

"Well... it just happened." I replied, pouting. "Besides, I can do both." I added, shrugging my shoulders.

"Do both?"

"Hating him, and also having sex with him. They are two different feelings entirely."

"Wow!" She let out, "I get it now. You.. you have been locked up for thirteen years, and you just turned eighteen, so..."

"That is not it, Sarah. Anyway, forget about all I have said and tell me.. how does he look? His features, give me a detailed description." I voiced, sitting beside her on the couch, pushing her a little to the side.

"Oh my goodness."

"Come on Sarah, just tell me. Pleassssssss, please Sarah, tell me." I held her hand, shaking her lightly.

"Fine, I will tell you. Stop acting like a kid." She snapped.

"Okay. Tell me!"

"I can't believe I'm doing this. Well... he is really handsome. If I didn't see him as an evil and dangerous man, I would have probably fallen for—"

"Stop." I whispered yelled. "Someone is standing right outside the door, Sarah." I informed her, staring at the figure outside the door with my flames.

"You caught me." I heard Wilder voice and next, he walked into the room.

I stood up, "You were eavesdropping."

"I couldn't help it, seeing that you want to have sex with me. It's an interesting topic."

Sarah let out a series of cough, feeling embarrassed on my behalf.

Well I'm not, so what if I want to have sex with him. It is none of his business.

"What do you want, Wilder?"

"How are you going to have sex with me, if you act hostile towards me." He joked, I could tell he was grinning.

"What do you want, Wilder?" I asked again, my words dragged.

"I decided that, instead of spending your days wondering what I look like, it would be best you see for yourself." He answered.

"See for my..." Realization dawned on me, "See?"

"Yes, see."

"Oh my goodness, you are getting your eyesight back, Princess." Sarah yelled, jumping in excitement.

"Let's go, Hershel is waiting." He stretched forth his hand, and I walked over to him and claimed his outstretched hand.

Wilder led me out of the room, through the flight of stairs, a long hallway and finally to a room I believed to be Hershel's workshop.

"You are here. Well... let's begin." Hershel said.

I was made to seat on the floor and then I waited for the ritual to commence.

I wasn't born as a blind girl. The day my parents decided to have me locked up— my eyes were blinded, because with my eyes, I could control my flames and cause the disaster they were avoiding. Although, they didn't know I could also do so with my mouth, and when Agnar found out, he wore me the magical helmet.

"What was taken, shall be returned.

What is taken, shall be given back.

What is stolen, shall be returned." Hershel chanted, over and over again, rubbing some sort of herbal concoction on my eyes. Then he whispered some words I could not understand.

"It is done. Open your eyes." He finally said, after wiping my eyes clean.

If I do open my eyes, would I really be able to see. It's been thirteen years, since I last made use of my eyes. For thirteen years, I have been used to darkness, and my flames showing me the heat of humans.

I stood up, and walked over to where Wilder Reagan stood, my heart beat accelerating a bit.

I stood in front of him, wondering what he would look like. Sarah did say he is handsome.

Gulping lightly, I opened my eyes slowly and for the first few seconds, all I saw was an overly bright light. Then I adjusted my eyes, and I saw it... black orbs.

Beautiful deep black orbs.

I was drawn, reeled into his endless beautiful eyes.

"Can you see me?" He asked.

I shifted my gaze to his lips, my eyes taking in every line, every curve... I moved on to the rest of his face.

At that moment, once again... I forgot how to breathe. Sarah was wrong, Wilder Reagan isn't a man you describe as just handsome. He is a man, that mere words cannot and would never describe how beautifully magnificent, he looked.

"Yes, I see you."