Chapter 12

"Sam. sweetie. Wake up!" said a panicky voice. "Sam."

"...Mom?" Sam spoke out in a broken voice. She winced. "My throat is killing me." she said holding her throat.

"Sam!" Mrs. Manson shouted wrapping her arms around her daughters neck. "You're okay...Sam."

"M-Mom what happened?" she asked putting her hands down, as Mrs. Manson pulled away.

Mrs. Manson looked away. "The...King gave Daniel a stabilizer, and he...gave it to you." Mrs. Manson said remembering. After being overshadowed, people were supposed to forget everything in that small period of time. Mrs. Manson though, had used her power, Able to stay conscious in anything that's going on: But the side effect, was fainting or sleepiness.

"Danny...mom where's Danny?" Sam asked looking up at her mother, holding her throat. "Where did he go.."

Mrs. Manson lifted up a letter. "I found this...outside in the mailbox...It's addressed to you."

Sam took the letter out of Mrs. Manson's hand. Flipping it over, the handwriting didn't at all look familiar. "Who is this from?"

"...It looks like this from the king." Mrs. Manson said looking up at her nodding. "Open it."

Sam slowly un-did the seal, glaring at it harshly the entire time. Finally getting it open, she stared down at the letter.

Neat print. Great.

'Hello there Samantha,

You are invited to the 107th Clockwork ball, this coming Saturday. It's formal wear, so dress in nice clothes please...--'

Sam looked up from the letter to her mother. "Isn't...the Clockwork ball usually in late December?" she looked back down at the paper. "How long was I out for?"

"...About four months." Mrs. Manson said averting her eyes. "About as long as Daniel has been gone."

"F-Four...months?" Sam pushed off the blankets, first thought that came to her. "I'm taking a bath.."

Mrs. Manson stood up. "Alright, Sam." she said looking up at her daughter. "Sam, you're not going to the ball...are you?"

"No."

"Good." she said softly, walking out of the room. With out closing the door behind her.

As Sam started the bathwater, she glanced down at the letter from the castle. Lifting it up, she forgot to finish reading the entire thing.

...I'm pleased to also announce my lost son will be joining me that night in the ball room. Daniel F. Masters.

P.S. Don't use your powers, or you will be taken down easily. Thank you

Your King,

Vlad Masters.'

His son? Sam thought bitterly. "He isn't his son..." she crumbled the letter up and threw it onto her bed. "I need to go to that stupid ball now.."

"Sam, please don't."

Sam looked over her shoulder. "..M-Mom I need to." she said softly with a sad look. "I must now, I'm stable right?"

"...You must be, since you were knocked out for; four months." Mrs. Manson pointed out blankly. "But Sam, you don't know how to use your powers."

"That's fine...I have a couple of days right?"

"You have one night." Mrs. Manson corrected her.

"One...night?"

"Yes, tomorrow is Saturday." Mrs. Manson said pulling Sam out of the room. "I'll show you a dress to wear, it's as simple as that."

"Mom, I don't have time to look good."

"True, but you must dress up, or The King will suspect something." Mrs. Manson smiled looking over her shoulder. "You do want to save Daniel right?"

"Yes I do." Sam said nodding her head.

"Then come on."

Sam stopped mid-step. "What's wrong now, Sam?"

"I left my water on!" she said turning around to go to her room to turn it off.

Kinda Semi-short. But filled in some blanks.

You all know the F. in Danny's name is Fenton right?

I typed this up, all last night...and I am so sleepy. My grandparents are still here so, I'll update ASAP.

-Karen Kano