Okay. Apparently I cannot submit anything until friday, but Im going around it by adding chapter 4 to chapter 3... so here you are girlfriend:

Mother of a Beast - Chapter 3

"Naiahgi! Naiahgi! Come back! We don't want to lose you again..." their voices trailed me as I ran. I could not control my powers. I did not understand! Nine years of work, and now I have killed one of my mother's pets. I could not bare to look back upon my family. I reached an abandoned knoll and sat. I had to pray and meditate.

"Marita! What is happening to me? I have received the powers of the Curandera, but I have not once done good with them. Why is it that you curse me with such a power? Oh, Virgin, I need your strength, your wisdom." I prayed over and over. Praying and my guilt finally but a rest on my soul, and I lied down to sleep. A rest would shirk off the day's happenings. I was sure that it would.

My peaceful sleep was interrupted by a loud crack. Thunder. Rain was coming, and I had not shelter except for this abandoned knoll. Soon I would be soaked and catching on to either hypothermia or pneumonia. I learned of these illnesses with Curandera. Even though I knew how to heal these two, it would be too painful on one's self to perform the trick. I needed to get inside somewhere fast.

It was dark outside and I could not see. It would be hard to find my way back to the home I had abandoned within a week of my return. I called an owl for guidance. With a few coos and squawks, an owl came down to greet me, as if I were its future mate. I held it tight between my hands and looked into its wondrous eyes. We locked, and within moments, part of my soul was in it. I guided myself back, returned my spirit and entered the house quietly. I was afraid of any confrontation so I slipped onto the porch and slept in a rocking chair.
I woke up hours later. To my amazement, I was sleeping in my old bed, from the night before the celebration. Afraid of what might await me downstairs, I laid with my eyes open. I stared at the portrait that I prayed to every night. "Why do you not help me my Marita? They say you forgive everyone. Why not me? Am I the special case? Why have you left me ever since I met the Curandera? All I ask is that you help me."

"Breakfast time! Fresh vegetable crepe for my son," my mother boasted as she came into my room. She laid down the porcelain plate onto my lap. Home was great, but, it seemed as if I had to leave this place sooner than I wanted.

I am not really happy with the review that I have gotten recently. Nor am I happy with this chapter. It is really hard to say whether or not this will turn out how I want to . But yay. Long chapter fo you all.

Oh, and the other chapters have been edited and changed a bit too.

Mother of a Beast - Chapter 4

After my meal, I decided to wash up, then confront my mother. I found out that my uncles had stayed, but my aunt had left with Granpap to his house. I took a hot shower, got dressed and slowly walked down the creaking stairs. My mother was patching up my old scarf that had dropped and tore as I had ran off. My uncles were not there though. They were probably out hunting for venison.

"Mother...I..." I started to say.

"You do not need to say anything to me, my son. I am your mother. I was once a girl of your age, and had wondrous ideas too, you know. Power possesses everyone," she said soothingly, not looking up though. Did she care? Did she really understand what was happening to me?

"Do you even know what happened? I killed one of your pets! Do you just shrug it off like it is nothing, mother? I raged. I didn't know why I was so mad. Who was I even angry with?

"..." she said nothing.

She really doesn't care! "I thought you cared about the birds! The wildlife! What is this change in you?" Why was I so upset? My ego. It was hurt. I must've thought I could repair it by yelling.

"Naiaghi, Naiaghi, stop yelling. There is not need for this rational behavior. I am here for you. Do not think that I do not care about the world. But you come first. You are my son, Naiaghi."

"But mother, ever since I have received my power, I have not done good outside of the Curandera's eye. I need to do her work, but it is like I just can't."

"Have you even tried?"

"...not...really..."

"If the bird was the only thing you tried, how can you complain about anything else. Give it another go, Naiaghi. Try and heal my sickness. Make my skin as fair as young lady!" She was joking now, obviously trying to cheer me up.

"That's what I came back for I guess. Let's try this out. First, we have to go outside."

"Ok, just let me get my coat and drink."

"No! You cannot have a drink for this! It would dessimate your inards. We wouldn't want that!" Oh how my ego burned. The surrounding ignorance made me angry. How could she think that? I thought she was wise!

We headed outside. I brought my flasks, my bag of herbs, and one jug of water. I needed to use a combination of mint and saffron leaves for the procedure. I laid all of my herbs in an organized arrangement on the picnic table. I kept out what I needed and put the rest into my sack. "Mother, this will hurt mentally and physically, but it should heal you in the end. Is that what you want? Do you want to keep your leprosy, or not?" It pained me to say it. My mother was a lepar.

"Naiaghi, you know I would do anything to get rid of this wretched disease." she said, not knowing the consequences by which she bestowed upon herself. I made her unwrap her bandages, and then, I put the saffron and mint leaves onto her arm. I guzzled her arm in salts and brews with the herbs still clinging. She yelped in pain. I tried to sooth her with ice on her forehead. It stung worse than a dozen bee stings as she described it. It made me angry to see her cry.

"Mother! This is nothing at all! Just think about what will come in the end of this! No more bandages! No more pain! No nothing! Quit yelling out! It is almost complete!" I yelled at her with tears in my eyes. I knew what would come of this and that was what was driving me to hostility.

I grabbed her hand. My veins pumped out their energy, transfering it to her arm. In vice-versa, it put the disease on my own arm. The aura was intense. The pain, it, was, indescribable. I could see her skin becoming fair under the herbs, striking a smile under the tears. I wore a robe on my own though. I was scared to see the underside of my sleeve. It was complete in a matter of seconds.

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