Free The Ancients by Rena Wilson Page B

dousing the four Ancients bodies with fresh rose water.  “Me?  I am a loyal servant, looking to make right a wrong done long ago.  You may call me Samara.  But you, you I know all about.”
                  “Oh, really?  And just how did you find out about me?”
                  My smile fades a bit, “I too had a loyal servant, but he was a liability to dispense with in the end.  My dear Martin, he was quite informative.”
                  I watch as Rian connects the dots.  “What did you do to him?”
                  “He went quickly, don’t worry,” I say.  “You, my dear, are going to help me raise the Ancients.  With your blood, they can come back to us in the flesh and rule as they always were meant to.  Exciting isn't it?"
                  Rian continues to stare at me, "Have you lost your mind?  They will destroy the very fiber of life on this planet."
                  "Think what you will," I dismiss her thoughts.  "They may rule with a heavy hand, but our world needs order. We in the paranormal community should not be subjected to hide in the shadows.  We are the superior race."
                  "You can't actually believe I will cooperate with you," she spits back to me.
                  I look at her and smile.  "Child, I only need your blood.  You don't need to be alive for me to take it."
     
    Rian
     
                  The smile she sends me lets me know I am in trouble.  The clearing is silent as I watch Samara make her final preparations with the bodies.  While she is busy, I slowly start to make my way to the edge of the clearing.
                  "Not so fast, child," Samara says without looking at me.  She twists her wrists and I stop moving.  "Can't have you escaping.  Be still."
                  No matter how hard I tried I couldn't move.  I am one of the best spell breakers, but I am helpless.
                  "Now, I think we are ready.  Come here," she says with the same sinister smile on her face.  Without my consent, my legs move towards the center of the clearing.  As I reach the center, I notice a circle of salt surrounding the bodies.  After I pass through the opening, Samara closes it.  "You being witch and wolf is very interesting.  If you live through this maybe we can discuss it.  For now though, I want you to sit right there and don't move."
                  I do as I am told, watching her as she holds a knife with dried blood.  "This knife was made by Osiris, the creator.  Everyone thinks Anubis created the Ancients, but they are wrong.  Osiris knew what the world needed, yet paranormals, their own people, turned against them.  Today, you and I will bring them back to make sure the world becomes a better place."
                  She walks and kneels next to me, "First, I need to take your strength to build the spell, once we are about to hit the apex I will draw your blood.  You are the privileged one that gets to feed them first."  She takes an amulet made of onyx out of her pocket and slips it over my head.  "To wake the ones who slumber here, give me her power to aid my strength."
                  The pain is immediate and immense.  I can’t even open my eyes.  In the background, I hear Samara continuing to chant. 
                  Just when I know I am at my weakest point a soothing voice enters my mind.  Release the blocking spell, my child. It is time.
                  The voice startles me, but calms me at the same time.  “I don’t think I have the strength,” I say barley above a whisper.
                  You do.  Open your spirit, your heart, and your mind.  Allow my mark to give you the power that is your birthright.  Stop the Ancients from rising.
                  Samara is moving towards my position with a