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"Farah..."
The tired whisper is lost in the soft breeze that caresses the forest in this late afternoon. A dark-haired, unshaven man in his forties, wearing a Specialist's uniform, seems to be walking through the undergrowth with a very specific idea in mind, rustling the dead leaves and breaking branches under his feet as he goes. The man seems weary of life, yet he continues to walk, unstoppable, driven by an iron will. For at the end of the way is the cemetery where his beloved rests, cowardly murdered by a power-hungry rival. Since he learned of his fairy's death, Saul Silva has not been the same man. He no longer cares about life, although he has to be there for Sky, who recently lost his father and needs him, and every day since Sebastian, who he thought was his friend and ally, was defeated, he takes to the forest after school, whatever the weather, to visit Farah's grave in total secrecy. The Headmaster of the Specialists has always been very private, refusing to reveal his deepest feelings so as not to appear vulnerable.
In Alfea he is probably thought to be cold, with no empathy regarding the tragic fate of the fairy. But it's quite the opposite, every night he locks himself in his suite to cry, because he misses her terribly, he never got to say goodbye and it makes him sick. They are tears of sadness, anger, but above all, despair. He realises that even though Sebastian and the witches posed a threat, they kept his mind occupied and he couldn't mope, but since the school has fallen back into a routine, he sinks a little more every day. Actually, Farah was his everything, his reason for living, and he never got to tell her that because Rosalind Hale took her away from him far too soon. He blames himself so much for not having been able to prevent this sordid murder…
The first few times he visited his friend's grave, he was almost convinced that her soul would come to him, but as time went by, that hope had dwindled to nothing, because she had not manifested. Now he knows that the chances of ever seeing her again and being able to confide in her what is in his heart are zero. She will not come to him. Perhaps it is up to him to go to her? He has been convinced of this for several days now.
As he slowly but surely arrives at the scene of the crime, Saul shoves his hand into the pocket of his combat trousers and breathes a sigh of relief. The vial filled with digitalis didn't get lost along the way. Losing it would have driven him mad, as he had to wait many hours for Ben to come out of the greenhouse for a few minutes to get it from his cupboard. As he sweeps his eyes across the cemetery one last time in a final farewell, his eyes resting on the grave he had once hoped was an illusion or a figment of his imagination, the Specialist takes the vial from his pocket and holds it tight in his fist, determined.
Soon they will be reunited.
He has been waiting for this moment for so long.
This time, nothing will stop him from being with his Farah in heaven.