Chapter 26

I sat beside my mother in the carriage in my perfectly white frilled dress staring out the window at the sight of the town people going about their daily business. I felt unaware of the fact that father was too preoccupied to even come with us; instead mother told me that he had some work to do.

We stepped out the carriage and began walking our family butler 'Nathaniel' behind us in close track as two other men stayed further away. I held her hand walking with her everyone waving and smiling as we passed wishing and greeting us.

I lived the life of a princess.

The perfect family.

The wealthy background.

The daughter that ever parent wanted, the girl that every girl wanted to be.

I walked beside my mother in my favorite white-bowed frilly dress and my hair in its everyday ponytail with the white ribbon tied around the knot. I was the reflection of my mother, except she was more outspoken and slightly different. Her eyes shined blue like untainted emeralds and her lips were always layered with the finest red lipstick there was. Her short brown, forest like- smooth hair which was a rich earthy brown curled inwards around her neck, she side bangs flipped outwards and the rest blending in perfectly bobbed. She was tall, slender, soft and delicate.

To me, she was strong, wise, brave, intelligent, no one in the world to me like my mother.

Naomi Collonae

Just like every other Sunday….we were visiting the post office. Every Sunday we went to the post office and mother would deliver a message sending it to whoever she did. She never missed a single Sunday and she never missed the Wednesdays either went she went to pick up back the reply from like I said, whoever she sent the message to.

I never knew much of her past. It was hidden, unknown, buried. Nothing more than the fact that she was from a big family and that my father had fallen in love with her when he was eighteen. It was true love. The compassionate and truthful one.

I think.

At my yonder days it never really appealed much to me about the weird actions of my mother but know when I look back at it she was a rather…very odd woman. She never spoke outwardly with my father more than accompany him to places speak to him and sometimes they would kiss. There was the presence of their relationship, but the absence of love.

Who was this person she was always sending letters to? The letters were always addressed

My Dearest….The Over Looker

Not only that. But every Thursday afternoon at three o' clock she received a call. I presumed it must have been that person, since it always started, "Did you get my letter?" Was it a distant family member? I never knew any of my family on mother's side. No one. If there was any significance in a bond from her past to my present which was back then….it would be that one time I asked her while she was combing my hair…if her mother did the same. My mother immediately became a different person. I never really knew the rest of her actions because suddenly our favorite vase in the room broke followed by the mirror and the windows. I was way too terrified to be concerned about her response since at the time my safety appealed the most to me.

I remember one afternoon closing in on mother's birthday when she was on the phone. Around that period the phone calls occurred more often, almost every day…the letters came so frequent that we had to send a maid at least two times in the day to send and collect the letter keeping the communication better mother and the other person. Were they calling her to wish her a pre happy birthday? All I knew was that I was eavesdropping.

"But….I still don't think it's time yet, I doubt she's ready…I know but-…..I love…Buts she's my…I see….I understand….yes, yes, I know"

She suddenly turned around and stared at me as a light wind passing me lifting the curls of my hair casing the air to smash against my skin. I ran away from her heading up to my room. I was caught.

That was another think about her. She had an odd cloak of…..inhumanity. She sometimes spoke in codes…riddles…proverbs. There was that outer world air around her. The wind moved according to her liking, nature pastured her like she was its mother, animals adored her, and colors were embedded into her…but for some reason…..there were people…who feared her. Those people were the ones who envied us…hated us….looked at us with disgrace. I ignored it. I knew my mother was an odd woman but I liked it. What was odd….was what happened on that day.

It wasn't classified as only odd…..but…..scary, terrible, horrifying, life changing…my sin.

May 12, The day was beautiful the sun was shining and everything was ok. It was a special day for me- my birthday? No….hers. I never really knew her age but I knew she was either 24…25.

"Lady Sanelle, your mother instructed that you meet her on the second floor" Nathaniel said interrupting me as I sat in the front garden waiting for my father to arrive.

"What but I'm waiting for daddy to come home"

"Na-a-a-a, she said no nagging" He said waving his index finger from side to side.

"But Nathaniel~" I whined

I squirmed my little way up the staircase to my parent's room which I presumed my mother was. Gladly I was right.

"Nella…come here"

I obeyed walking to my mother smiling as I looked at my flowers crown I made for her using the garden flowers this morning, that was on her head.

"You know mommy loves you right" She said in that soft soothing voice of hers one of the many attributes that I loved about her.

I nodded, "Is everything okay mommy….you look sad"

"Sad? On my birthday? It's alright, Mommy's fine" She said smiling tilting her head to the side that warmth from her crawling onto me awakening me giving me a sense of comfort, "…Nella…." She added her tone suddenly changing that crawling warmth disappeared as it oozed into my skin sinking away from whatever it was running from. "I'm going to tell you something"

I nodded

"Its something very important, it's about mommy and everything she is…I come from a family…that is very rear. We are called…Necromancers"

"Waaaaa, Nercopanthers?"

She smiled.

"Every century we die and send down the job of a necromancer to our daughter"

"So does that mean one day I'll be a necropanther just like mommy- wait- Did you just say die?"

She nodded

"No no I don't want mommy to die we can both be Necromancers you don't have to die"

"No we can't both be Necromancers- its-It's a horrible job" She said pouting rubbing her head combing down my hair with her hands

"But mommy"

"Listen Nella"

"But mommmmmmmy….It's ok like how your family is a necropanther…that means your mommy was one too; since your mommy is one and your one I can be one too"

I should never had said that

"Mommy please I don't want you to die. We can ask grandma, I've never seen my grandma but we can ask her she will help, she's a nice person right"

I wanted to shut up I never knew what I was getting myself into

"Mommy please you don't need to die. Please mommy she'll help us and when I grow up I'll help my daughter too"

What was I saying…stop.

"Nella just-"

"But mommy! She'll-"

"Shut up!" She screamed silencing me at once. "I never should have had you I don't even know why I did. Go to that woman for help? Help your own daughter for god sakes you'd be dead by then."

"M-mommy"

"Sanelle I hate you and I always have" She said under her breath. He words stung me-no-pierced my heart with an arrow of negligence and rejection.

She rose up out the bed in one quick movement and I felt her hold my throat squeezing it. I thought my neck was going to snap but then I realized it was my throat or most likely my trachea she was aiming at to kill me instantly.

"We come from a cursed family we must be destroyed if there is no one to inherit the power then there is nothing to earn in the first place."He mumbled under her breath

"M-Mo-"

It was becoming hard for me to breath in my little figure compared to her she was by far more dominant.

"Come on die already. I grew you, fed you, and pretended to be your mother for this very on moment to kill you. Don't get it mistaken with love and pity. You will not inherit my place as a necromancer my life is way too perfect to be ruined by a child!"

I glanced at the door hoping Nathaniel would walk in or someone would end this. I looked back at her this woman this woman why is she doing this she's my mother she suppose to love me.

WHY?!

I looked at her….

Sanelle I hate you and I always have…

Die already…

I pretended to be your mother…

Don't mistake love and pity…

My life is too perfect to be ruined by a child…

I hate you, hate you, hate you…

You…

The room suddenly became dark and the light was fading before my eyes as her voice and her figure became distant and all I could hear where echoes and what I could only see was her disorientated figure before me fading quicker and quicker into complete blackness. Her words lingering in my mind like playing tunes on soundless instruments…like blank air…. or just the silence living on in its loudness. Yes….it was like that. Until

Will…..I had a will power to live

I don't want to die

I don't want to disappear.

Suddenly my eyes shot open and I felt something rip out of me I don't know what it was but it felt like something coming out my body, and hand reaching out that was still connected, a road stretching to somewhere from the pit of my heart. I wanted to scream but it felt so painful yet good at the same time.

I looked at her

And I broke

Why was she looking at me like this?

I watched the tears run down her face as she spoke, as she said something. I treasured those words as golden words.

She smiled looking at me as I felt whatever had left return. It made my body override. Almost as if something new had entered me. Suddenly her smile vanishes and the hands around my neck weakened.

The next thing I knew…..she exploded. Words can't really explain, but blood began running out her mouth through her nose through her ears I could clearing see blood running down her legs and the next thing I knew….she disappeared and the room was clothed in a thick sheet of blood. I looked around at everything the wall the bed the ground the ceiling

It was the aim of the red liquid to not leave a single part of the room untainted. I screamed in horror my voice suddenly returning to me along with a ripping sensation across my brain. I fell to my knees the sound of the door opening reaching to my ears as one of the maids screamed a loud thud on the ground which I found out later was her body since she fainted. I r4ecieved help from the housekeepers especially Nathaniel who uttered not a single word. All I knew was that at the moment I was disconnected from that word.

I was seeing things

No…I was seeing flashbacks

No…I was seeing the past.

The past of the necromancers.

Like a flashback I had been granted the chance I washed my grandmother pre murder my mom who repelled and killed her claiming theses powers. And almost for fun, I was reminded of what just happened since it was played over at a third person point of view which made me terrified and worried. There were other thoughts that entered my head I was seeing people I never knew people who were my ancestors claiming this 'power' that I now have.

2 years after I could barely put the pieces together only too things standing out the most.

What took place was a ritual

And at that moment when my body went numb and I felt something reaching out. I took my mother's soul….in other words….I killed her.

I looked at my master and he stared at me completely silent.

"This is…your sin"

"Yes….The sin of Sanelle Collonae….your slave"