-1Chapter 4

Samantha couldn't take her life. She needed to do something that would take away her pain. An angel, or some sort of friend. Not human, of course. They were not helpful, or comforting. She needed someone to stop this chaos, and help her be a normal person.

Samantha didn't know how to go back to her world, so she stayed. Every morning she would pray for forgiveness of her murders. She didn't want to do it, she didn't do it.

One morning, Samantha got out of bed, still thinking of her horrible life. She went outside, into the soft, summer breeze. She walked to a hilltop, where she would look into the long, narrow river and wish that someone would stop this. Someone, though, did hear her prayers, and mostly her crying.

Aslan crawled up to her, knowing why she was crying. This had happened so many times. He had tried to comfort her, and told her why Peter was acting like this. She would turn her head, still having tears in her eyes, but soon was relieved that someone tried to help her.

"Why are you helping me? I'm possessed, and there's nothing anyone can do." Aslan shook his head. "No, that is not true. This was your prayer, and you wanted someone to help, someone who would try to take those demons away. Why do you deny it, when you need it?" He asked. Samantha felt so guilty. "You're the only one who helps. Peter betrayed, and I'll just kill. What is wrong with me?" She stared to cry.

"Nothing, sweet child. You didn't want this to happen, and you tried to stop it. Do you see what wonderful things you have done in your past? You were possessed because Satan hated your good deeds, so he tried to stop you. But the one thing I'm so impressed about is that every morning you get up, and keep on trying to free yourself. I have never seen anyone done that in a very long time."

Samantha felt better, and surprised. She's only like this because she's been kind. Her deeds have not made her a whole demon, and she has a chance of freeing herself.

"I've never thought of it that way," She admitted. "I've been thinking how to free myself so long, I haven't thought why I'm like this."

Aslan smiled. "You now know the truth. No one can free you, but yourself." Samantha looked at the ground. "But how?" She asked.

"You'll know when the time is right. In the most depressing event to happen, you will be free."

Samantha gasped. "You mean all these horrible things I've done isn't the worst?" Aslan nodded. Samantha formed tears. "But that only means the devil wants you dead because of the greatest, and not to mention kindest, deed of all." Aslan comforted her. "So every time I do something bad, is the revenge for what I have done good."

Aslan nodded. "Yes, that is true." "I have done many bad things, and I'm going to end it. I have to think about how to stop the devil."

The great lion nodded in agreement. "Everything you have done is what others want to do - fight against the Satan." Samantha thought about this. "So I'm like a heroine?"

Aslan nodded, chuckling. "Yes, something like that." Samantha looked at the river. "My life is unwritten. No one can control my life, but me."

"No one else can see what you see. You control you life, starting today, " Aslan added. Samantha smiled. "What good deed have I done to make Satan so mad, and make me possessed?" She asked.

"The time when you said you'd do anything to keep your parents alive," Aslan answered. "The devil grew mad when I said that? And ever since he's had a grudge against me? That is stupid!"

Aslan laughed. "Yes, but any good deed weakens the devil." Samantha was now determined. "So, all I have to do is make my last good deed, and everything will be all over?" Aslan shook his head. "Not really. When you are brave enough, the devil will come out, and you must face him. You must finally finish what he has started upon you."

Samantha frowned, but smiled. "I'll be ready, when I choose."