I pulled away.
“Do you need proof?” I asked.
“Yes.” Emilia said.
I nodded, then made sure that no one could see Me or Emilia. I pressed her body against mine.
“Have you ever flown?”
“I’m terrified of flying.” She said.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m here to extend you’re life, not shorten it.”
I smiled slightly as he glided through the wall and to the tower with which my statue presided.
I flew up, up, up and we landed on the small plateau where my black stone copy stood.
I leaned against the statue and smiled at a bewildered Emilia.
“Do you believe now?” I said loudly over the small breeze.
“I don’t.” She said. “It’s not possible.”
“Oh, but it is.” I said. “Anything is possible as long as you wish to have me.”
“Well, if this is real,” She said. “Then this shouldn’t kill me.”
She leaned back, closed her eyes, and fell off the high tower.