Chapter Two

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1 – SaDiablo Hall, Daemon's study

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Daemon Saetan SaDiablo was going through some papers in his study when his son called him on an Ebon-gray thread. Father?

Daemon wondered why Yaslana was using that tone. The last time he heard his only child use that particular tone was when he wanted to take in a stray dragon – which was many, many years ago. Son? I thought you went to your cabin. Did something happen?

It was a moment before he replied. Yes. Can we use your study?

Of course. He began to clear his table, wondering what had brought his child home from his intended stay at his cabin in the mountains. He hoped it wasn't another baby Warlord Prince dragon with amnesia, who mistook his child for its mother and brought the real thing – as in the real mother, Queen of the dragons of the Fyeborn Islands to boot – to SaDiablo Hall, looking like she could demolish the majestic building with a mere wisp of her breath.

Hell's fire, he might be the son of Lorn's soul, but saying such a fact to a worried, anxious dragon Queen – who was a direct descendant of Lorn and Draca, the founders of the Blood – wasn't the most ingenious of ideas.

Luckily his 'mate' – as the kindred would say it – was the Lady, and well, let's just say that the SaDiablo Hall was still standing, unharmed.

And then he snapped out of his thoughts as the door to his study opened.

His wife entered, leading a cloaked girl inside with their son following close behind them. The girl was slightly shorter than his wife, with dark hair and shy, dark brown eyes that held an innocence rarely seen anymore in girls her age. Yet, those eyes also shone brightly with unveiled intelligence, and he instantly felt a fatherly affection for her, as though she was the daughter he and Jaenelle couldn't have.

"Daemon," his beloved wife said. "Meet Damara. Damara, this is Daemon, Yaslana's father and my husband."

Those eyes met his politely and she gave him a friendly smile. "Pleased to meet you, sir."

Daemon's eyebrows rose upon hearing the foreign language she was speaking. He looked questioningly at his son, who sighed as he sat on one of the study's couches.

"Let me explain, Father, Mother. It all began like this. . ."

By the time he finished, Damara had tasted all sorts of Mrs. Beale's snacks, which Jaenelle encouraged (or perhaps bullied) her into eating.

"Didn't you. . .?" Daemon asked, leaving the sentence hanging, but his son, a true combination of himself and Jaenelle, understood.

Yaslana shrugged. "I'm a stranger who can't speak her language, and I didn't know how to explain to her that I would like to look into her mind. Plus," he added wryly. "I'm male and she might clobber me if she didn't understand what I was doing."

From the way his son had described the first frontal view he had of the brunette, Daemon had no doubt that Damara really would have clobbered Yaslana if she didn't know he meant no harm, broken tree branch in hand or not.

Jaenelle placed her hands on both sides of Damara's temple, her fingertips barely touching her head. "I'm going to look into your mind, Damara," she said, using a tone that emphasized on being soothing. "Don't be afraid, alright?"

Damara blinked before closing her eyes. A short instant later, Jaenelle removed her hands, looking dazed. Which was quite rare when you're her, with everything she's seen.

"Darling. . .?" Daemon questioned worriedly. Their son looked concerned as well.

"The place where she's from. . .," Jaenellle began to say. "Is very different from here. And. . .it seems that it doesn't exist in any of our realms."

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2 – SaDiablo Hall, Daemon's study

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Two pairs of male eyes, one gold and the other blue like hers; stared at her, while a third, a fellow female's; looked worried.

"Then where. . .?"

Jaenelle patted Damara's hands that were clutching her brightly colored skirt covering her lap reassuringly, trying to convince her that she'd done nothing wrong. "From a place I've never seen before. It doesn't look like it'd fit in any of the realms. As for who sent her here. . .I didn't see who did it, but I'm certain that it was someone extremely powerful."

For someone who was the most powerful Witch known in history, such praise was chilling.

Yaslana looked stumped. Now what. . .

"Well then," Jaenelle said, taking a surprised Damara up with her. "Please take care of the rest, you two." She went out with Damara in tow, leaving behind a puzzled son and a husband who understood the unspoken words in her sentence.

Yaslana looked at his father, who was finishing his tea. "What did Mother mean by that, Father?"

Daemon set his cup on the table. "She wants us to send messages to everyone, to ask if they know Damara."

"Oh." Sapphire eyes glanced at the closed door. "And meanwhile Mother will be doing. . .?"

There was a glint he'd never seen before in his father's eyes. "Your mother, though not into outfits much herself, seems to have inherited your Grandfather's love of dressing up young girls recently."

Yaslana's eyes widened. "You mean. . ."

His father's smile grew. "Yes. Your mother's gone shopping."

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To be continued

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Hope Chapter Two's alright. Thanks for taking your time to read 'Delivering Miracles.' Till Chapter Three, then.