Free Bound By Blood by C.H. Scarlett Page A

mpaths and would pick up immediately the dreadful truth if Samanthŕa allowed it to linger in her psyche to o long. She forced herself to believe in her phony reasons while her energy acted to deceive Dezarãe’s gifts.
                  The deception changed Dezarãe’s understanding of what Samant hŕa felt. "I believe Dĩas has put these things in your mind , dear s ister , " she whispered into Samanthŕa’s ear. She waved a hand in midair, clockwise and c alled upon a power to block Dĩas in some ancient tongue. “I do not envy you where our father is concerned. ” Dezarãe was able to enjoy the same normal affections of their father, which their other five sisters enjoyed. They did not have to worry about him constantly stalking them or trying to control their every move . They receiv ed constant pampering and spoiling , yet t hey were able to run freely and do just about anything they desired.              
                  Once long, long ago . . . Dĩas treated Samanthŕa the same , until a dark cloud of intent moved across his eyes when he looked at her . . . and the moods moving his intensions even more bleak. Again, having no stomach to ponder all of that . . . .
                  “We should leave if we are going.” Samanthŕa changed the subject. The ominous gloom from Dezarãe’s vision still clung to her body. Yet something was calling her curiosity out into the night. Some sort of energy was pulling her onward. “I sense Sameŕald and the others waiting for us at the stables.” Her timbre was suffus ed with the need for haste.
                  "So be it." Dezarãe followed quietly.
                  The two of them whipped their cloaks around their bodies and dashed into the secret passageway. Whatever lay in store for them was a question for the O racles to answer. But now there was no time to consult O racles or untangle the riddle s of visions. Now was no time to crawl unwillingly through the past or through the plagued darkness long haunting them.
                  Great change was coming and Samanthŕa would not sit in the dark and not know what it was . Danger or dread, it did not matter ; she would find out for herself one way or another.
     
     
     
    ~ Chapter 4 ~
    Moth to a Flame
     
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    Come dance with me , mischievous one,
    Tempted the flame of the M ystic.
    Come and enchant with me , curious one.
    So cried the pyre with promises tempted .
     
    Dancing there within swirls of light ,
    Powers I give to thee, oh magical one,
    I 'll offer these secrets under the folds of night ,
    All r evelations the Gods have spun .
     
    Shadows cast forth and of divination.
    Frolic thro ugh doors of mystical stimulation .
    Drawn is she by fire untamed.
    Curious set free , Moth to Flame.
     
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                  H or ses approached from the crimson and violet darkness as if through a veil -- thinned and wavering against night. Samanthŕa saw the outline of Dǒntáe Theŕ éan and others of his bloodline join them at the forest ’ s edge where the Lampiŕ realm met the edges of the Lycãon borders . Ahead of them lay the signs of the Drągýn’s tail. The torches licking against the air, like furious tongue s gulping with un ru ly thirst.              
                  Dǒntáe’s golden locks whipped wildly in the wind , which was picking up great speed from beyond the mountains. It moved so quickly and forcefully that their keen senses could smell the salt from the Sea of Abyss , which was still clinging to it. Whatever power was behind it used the element of water to feed the eye of the storm . By the look of the flames from the torches, it was using fire as well.
                  “ Do you think the storm has breached the Lycãon Realm ? Do y ou think it will rain? ” Tryn a t é Theŕéan , Dǒntáe’s twin, asked.
                  The brother and sister held the