Chapter 1

"Once upon a time, there was a man and a woman. The woman was beautiful as expected from the daughter of royalty; her black hair was like black silk and her eyes like the purest sapphire. Despite her looks, she was treacherous, lying to get money and wealth. She lived only for pleasure. But no one knew of this for they were deceived by her. Except for one man, the Sorcerer.

She constantly tried to deceive him by seduction and lies but no matter what she did the sorcerer wouldn't buy into the lie. But, the woman fell deeply in love with him. Why you may ask? The answer is because he cured her from a disease that threatened to take her life. But why? I said that he hated her… yes that it true. The woman was pregnant with a child. The sorcerer knew that the child was innocent and that he couldn't let the child die without giving it a chance to live. So he gave the woman a red flowered plant made from the purest seed and it healed her.

When the child was born the man asked for the child as payment for her life. The woman was distraught… How could she give up her own daughter? But she knew if she didn't, the man would take back the life he gave her. Reluctantly the woman gave up her child to the sorcerer and he took the baby girl and raised her as his own. But the woman decided that she didn't want the sorcerer to have the child after all. She followed the sorcerer to his hideout and then stabbed him. Little did the woman know that because she did this to the sorcerer her own life would be taken."

"father, is this fairytale real?" the black haired girl asked as she sat at the feet of her father. "of course it is, every story is made off of a grain of truth." Said the man, his brown hair and green eyes expressing every word he spoke. The little girl smiled and looked at the fire in the fireplace. "do you have to go tomorrow, father?" she asked. The man looked down at her with loving eyes and nodded. "I do, Samira. But I will be back in a few days. I know you are young," he brushed hair out of his daughters eyes, "but I know you will be ok." Samira nodded and looked at her father. "im not young!" she said indignantly. "im almost nine!" her father laughed and looked at her. "aw yes. Don't remind me. It makes me feel old" he said chuckling.

Samira lay down her head and soon fell asleep to the crackling of the fire. Her father stood and looked at the red flames as they flickered in the darkness. "Unknown to the woman, the wound she thought she gave to the sorcerer did nothing but leave a scar on his body. The woman let out a terrible scream before collapsing from the shadows that the sorcerer cast around her…she would never awake again… her daughter would grow up and every time he told her the story..she would never know it was about her…"