Chapter Two
The world seemed to tilt on it's side. "Y-You knew my Mama?" Samara stuttered. Her voice sounded small and frail, even to her. Anna nodded her head slowly as she wiped away tears.
"Yes… She was a wonderful woman and a very powerful demon." Anna sighed again, her body shuddering. Suddenly Samara plopped onto the bed, the world spinning before her eyes.
"Mama wasn't a demon… She was a courtier of King Riddian's court… We… We lived in the palace… But then Mama died… I was only about 9... Auntie took me in to live and work at the inn…" Samara was lost in her memories of her past. Without being prompted Samara launched into the tale of her short, but strenuous life.
"The inn itself was small but comfortable. My job there was to clean up after the customers and to serve them their drinks… I was always very polite, but still, every day, after the customers had either left or gone to bed, Auntie would take out her switch and swat my back until I bled, she got tired, or I cried…. Whatever came first…. She said that she was beating the evil out of me. I couldn't understand what I did wrong… Auntie wasn't really Mama's sister… Mama had been adopted by Nanny and Pop-pop when she was only an infant… She was gorgeous with her long raven hair and her vibrant violet eyes. Mama was always much kinder than Auntie. Auntie never listened to me or helped me when I was hurt. She never even did special things for me on my birthdays… Her adopted daughter, Maura, was sweet though. She was what made life at the inn bearable. Maura was ALWAYS the one to comfort me when I was upset or sick. I worry about her, alone with Auntie like that. Maura got beaten too, but never as bad as I did. Maura might as well have been my sister because she was really the only family I had left." Anna nodded. She'd met the Maura girl on her trips to the markets. She was a very pretty and so sweet.
Samara continued, "I miss Maura… Auntie was so cruel to us… I can only imagine what Maura's going through…. But then, one day these strange, lovely people came to the inn and asked to see me… Imagine! Me! The forgotten, bastard daughter of a dead courtier of the king's court getting called on by people of this caliber! It was amazing!" Samara hugged herself as a tear escaped her eye. "They told me the time had come to realize my true power… my true destiny. Then…" she shivered, " Then they said something in this awful language I didn't understand and I passed out and when I woke up they were gone and I was on my bed in my night clothes…. Maura was asleep next to me. I had turned over to get more comfortable when I noticed something on my hands…" Samara paused here and stared at her slender hands accusingly, as if she could blame all her troubles on them and cast them away. "They were the Marks of Power…. And that's when I heard their howls splitting the night like a cold knife. The Hunters… They were coming, so I ran… I ran and ran so hard, until I thought my chest would burst and then I faced them…. I got so angry. How dare they attack me! Make me flee my home! How DARE they! I… I just held my hands out, palms flat towards the earth and clenched them together and they… just… exploded… Before I knew what was happening I passed out and woke up here…" Samara finished with a sigh. It was a sad and odd tale, her life.
"I hate to tell you Samara, dearest, but your mother was indeed a demon…. It goes down from grandmother to mother to daughter and so on. Male demons are rare, so it only stands to reason that Asana was a demon. Besides… You need to know… Asana and I grew up together. She and I were best friends until she became a courtier and even then we still wrote… Please believe me when I tell you that your mother was a demon… She may not have told you, but it is what she was… It's what YOU are, Samara…."
((Sorry it's short guys. I just thought this was a good stopping point for this chapter!))