^^ thanks.
Also: I'll try to get chap3 up this week, but until further notice I can't type chaps every second week for reasons which would be too complicated to explain but aren't sheer laziness.
I swear.

*Hits notify button*
This has to be the best story here. So so awesome. I just can't believe you're still not out of primary school, that's how mature your writing is. Though there are a couple of grammar errors.

And also in your last line
It's for all intents and purposes. It might be in but I've never heard of any place where this is used with in

@theone I'm pretty sure it's 'in', but I'm not sure where I heard it...

Also, bad news. I'm putting this on haitus until after christmas, everything has been so hectic lately I haven't found any time to really focus on this. I might do some work on chapter 3, but don't expect it to be updated until after X-mas. Sorry...

....Oops.

I’m BACK!! So sorry this took so long, but as you should know I was on holiday. And then I got Writers Block. And then I got that Abset tooth.

Anyway, I’ve decided to start where I left off in Sam’s POV, since there wouldn’t be much difference if I went through everything I did with Jacob with Sam.

Yeah.

That totally made sense.

Sam from the first moment Aria had spoken Sam had disliked the strange girl. When she had claimed that Jacob was an angel, of all things she began to wonder if this girl was insane or just enjoyed messing with them. When she claimed that their parents were killed by vampires, Sam just didn’t want to accept it. They couldn’t be dead. So in her denial, Sam did the only thing that seemed reasonable at the time. She completely lost it.

“Liar!” she roared, lunging at the smaller girl.

Aria stood, frozen with shock, only barely managing to dodge Sam’s fist at the last minute.

Sam stumbled before regaining her balance and turning to have another swing at the younger girl when her target raised her arm. Thinking that the small girl intended to hit back, Sam threw her fist forwards again, completely forgetting Aria’s strange magic in her rage.

“Paralyse!” Aria cried. Sam froze, her fist inches away from the purple haired child face. Something close to fear flickered across Aria’s face before her expression hardened again. “Look, I know it’s hard to believe but you’ve got to accept—“she was cut off when Sam figured out she could still talk and let out an outraged roar.

“You’re lying! Y-you’re wrong!” she yelled, furiously blinking away the moisture gathering in her eyes. There was no need to cry, they were alive.

“I know I’m not!” Aria yelled back, quickly losing her temper. Sam began to struggle violently against whatever was holding her still. It was as if her entire body was encased in cement, holding her in the exact position she was in.

“How do you know!?” Sam yelled back, still struggling with her invisible bonds. Brutally jerking her arm, she felt something come lose in whatever was binding her. With another jerk her bonds crumbled away even more. The knowledge that she was actually getting somewhere gave her the strength to give one last fierce pull that crumbled away the last of resistance holding her arm.

Aria’s eyes widened as Sam’s arm began to move again, curling her fingers into clawed talons and reaching for the shocked girls face. The purple haired child swore and took several steps back before muttering something to herself.

The second those words that Sam didn’t catch left Aria’s mouth whatever that had been holding Sam disappeared, leaving the older girl to flail to regain her balance. Having gotten her stability back she launched herself at Aria only to slam into another invisible barrier.

Sam growled before drawing back her fist and punching the invisible force, hoping she could break through this as she had whatever had been holding her. As soon as her fist connected with the barrier an almost transparent purplish ripple appeared around her fist and moved outwards, reveal a perfect sphere surrounding Aria.

“Stop it!” Aria yelled, her voice sounding muffled, as if she was speaking from another room. Sam just snarled in response, drawing back her fist again.

“Sam!” Jacob’s sharp voice broke through Sam’s rage.

“Do you believe her?” Sam demanded, turning to her brother.

Jacob hesitated, his gaze flickering between his sister and Aria. “I…I don’t know” he admitted. “But let her say her piece before you attack her, Sam” he added firmly.

Sam was tempted to go back to slamming her fists into the transparent purple barrier, but something in her brother’s voice convinced her to obey him.
She huffed and crossed her arms, glaring at Aria. The young girl fidgeted almost unnoticeably under her gaze.

“How do you know that vampires killed our parents?” Jacob demanded, folding his arms.

Aria looked at Sam, uncertainty flickering through her eyes. “The furniture is all gone. Hiteina would always take the furniture of their” she hesitated “victims to decorate their nest”.

“Is that all the evidence you have?” Sam hissed, unable to believe she had immediately assumed their parents were dead through such a trivial (or Sam thought it was trivial, at least) fact.

Aria huffed and muttered something under her breathe before storming over to the scrying bowl.

“You” Aria pointed at Jacob. “Do the same thing you did with your house, except think of your mother”

Jacob obeyed her orders somewhat uncertainly, while Sam waited impatiently, occasionally shooting glares at Aria.

As the swirling water began to slow Sam stepped forwards to get a better look. The image in the water shocked her.

Pictured in the pearly liquid was a dark brick room, much like a medieval dungeon. Chains hung off the wall, each sporting a pair of metal shackles on the end. Some shackles were firmly attached to the wrist of a skeletons slumped against the wall, many with peculiar shaped bones sprouting from their backs and hanging by their sides, a pool of dirty feathers below them. In the middle of this scene was a woman in dirty rags that were so tattered they barely covered her, her shoulder length brown hair sticking up in odd direction and matted with mud and other unnameable substances. Two giant wings protruded from her back, covered with blood and dirt, the left wing completely soaked with blood and hanging lifelessly by her side.

No sooner had Sam taken this in then her mother jerked her head up from its bowed position and stared straight at them. A look of shock passed over her face before a small, sad smile spread over her face. Seeing so much pain, regret and misery on her mother’s usually cheerful face was too much for Sam, and the tears welled up in her eyes and spilled over her cheeks.

Their mother suddenly looked away from them to glare at something they could not see. A moment later a man approached their mother. He had black hair that stopped mid back tied back into a loose ponytail and the palest skin Sam had ever seen. He wore simple back robes with a bit of gold decorating the garment here and there. But what really scared Sam were his eyes. They were crimson red and seemed to glow in the dark. It seemed as if at any moment those horrible eyes would gaze right at them as their mother had. The mystery man crouched down in front of their mother, a sadist smirk planted on his face. His lips moved as if he was saying something, but they heard nothing. Their mother was unresponsive to whatever he had said, instead choosing to glare hatefully at him. After a moment he frowned before speaking again. This time, however, a look of pure fury flashed across their mothers face before she opened her mouth and spit at the man. The man snarled and drew back his hand, their mothers head snapping to the side as he slapped her. Their mother turned back to the man, but the fire was gone from her eyes, leaving only a dead, hollow shell of their mother.

At that Sam just snapped. She couldn’t take seeing her mother so hopeless. Her fisted hand shot out and over turned the basin, tears streaming down her face. The basin hit the ground with a crack, the water spilling out. Their mothers head snapped back to look sadly at them, mouthing two words before the image disappeared from the puddle of pearly water on the floor.

“I’m sorry” Sam breathed the words her mother had mouthed mere moments ago before biting her lip in an effort to stop the tears.

Jacob looked just as devastated as Sam, and though he had held the tears at bay Sam could see them glistening in his eyes. It took one glance at her brother’s face before she broke down. She fell to her knees and cradled her head in her hands, her elbows resting on her knees. Yesterday if anyone had told her what would transpire the next day she would have proceeded to roughly shake some sense into them, yet here she was, sitting on the cold floor of a witch’s workshop after just confirming the fact that her father was dead and her mother would soon be.

She felt something warm on her shoulders and looked to her side to see Jacob sitting next to her. After a moment’s hesitation she leaned into him a proceeded to soak his shirt with tears.

After a while she ran out of tears and straightened up, looking gratefully at her brother. He smiled weakly in return, though Sam could see tear tracks on his face too.

A quiet ‘ahem’ reminded the siblings of Aria’s existence. The purple haired girl was standing rather awkwardly near the over turned basin, a slightly disgruntled expression on her face.

“Is there anything we can do…?” Sam asked her
quietly.

Aria shook her head, knowing what she was talking about. “Judging from where they were holding her, they have her in one of their castles. There’s no way we can break in, even if we wanted to”

Sam sighed heavily, too tired to cry again. She wondered if it would be okay to sleep here, the crying had drained her both emotionally and physically.

“I’m really sorry” Aria said quietly, almost whispering it. Her voice was filled with such empathetic sorrow that Sam looked up from her gaze at the spilled scrying liquids to look at her in shock. When her gaze landed on the purple haired child something flickered across her face before her face before she looked away.

“There’s one more thing” Aria sighed. “We have to report your mothers” she faltered, looking for the right word. “Capture, to the other Angels”

“What?” Jacob asked his voice hoarse from disuse and crying.

Sam jumped. Even though he still had his arm around her shoulders she had forgotten her brother’s presence.

Jacob didn’t take notice of his sister’s surprised reaction, instead focusing on Aria.

“As an Angel Halfling and the offspring of an Angel, it’s your duty to report what happened to your mother to the Angels. You never know, they might even take you in” Aria added.

Sam froze at her last words. She and her brother might be adopted by angels? She was still trying to wrap her mind around the prospect of angels even existing, led alone her mother being one! She couldn’t cope with being adopted by angels!

“Might?” Jacob questioned, either oblivious to his sisters shocked state or choosing to ignore it.

Aria sighed again. “Recently there has been a lot of uproar against Halflings. Some angel temples stuck with the tradition of taking in their own, others would turn you away”

Jacob cocked his head to the side. “Don’t you know what this, er, temple does?”

Aria glared at him. “Witches aren’t allowed on the Angels sacred grounds” she rolled her eyes, sarcasm dripping from her voice. “Unless there are special circumstances. Like this” she gestured to the two.

“So what do we have to do to ‘report to the angels’?” Sam asked, slowly getting to her feet.

Aria glanced at the door, apprehension flashing across her face. “Basically we just have to get to their temple and tell them what happened. The temple isn’t far, but we might run into…trouble on the way”

“Trouble?” Jacob repeated suspiciously, copying Sam and standing up.

Aria stayed silent for a moment before she sighed, frustration evident. “Goblins. Wild animals. Maybe an angry living tree”

Sam blinked. “Living tree?”

“Living tree. A tree that’s alive. Flailing branches, burns easily, bark and leaves” she waved her arms around, imitating aforementioned flailing branches.

The siblings stared at her for a moment before
Jacob shook his head. “Do we have to?”

Aria looked very amused at this. “Unless you want the angels to have ghosts plague your dreams with visions of your mothers suffering for a full moon cycle as a penalty? Yes”

Sam shivered. “We’ll go”

Aria clapped her hands together. “Okay then! We’re going to need to gear you up for in case we do run into trouble, ‘cause I’m pretty sure those Goblins are waiting to ambush me. Do either of you think you could use a sword?”

Sam immediately raised her hand, much to Jacob’s amusement and incredulity. Aria crossed her arms and looked thoughtfully at Sam, examining her from head to toe. Finally, she nodded and skipped over to the cupboard, taking care not to step in the spilt scrying liquid. She threw open the cupboard doors and proceeded to rifle through them while Sam and Jacob looked on bemusedly.

After a minute Aria emerged from behind the cabinet doors holding what appeared to be a shining sword, smiling proudly.

Sam blinked. “…what?”

Aria held the sword up in the air some well hidden effort, a pleased look on her face. “This” she slowly lowered the sword “is Matherna. It means ‘Spirit Breaker’. A kinda weird name for a sword, but I’ll be damned if it doesn’t fit” without warning, she offered the sword to Sam, who took it without thinking.

It was surprisingly heavy, weighing about as much as a couch. Sam, having thrown an actual couch into a wall, held it with minimal effort. The sword had a dirty gold hilt that looked like it would shine with some cleaning, a single, and blood red jewel embedded in the centre. The blade itself was as dirty as the hilt, two sharp horns branching off near the tip to form a sharp pitchfork. The blade seemed to hum in her hands.

“It’s enchanted to break through anything, even the strongest shatterproof charms” Aria explained, snapping Sam out of her examination of the sword.

“I figured it would be good for you, as it’s really heavy”

Jacob finally seemed to follow what was happening.
“Wait, wait, wait. Back up. You’re giving my sister a sword?”

Aria looked concerned at this. “What, do you think she would be better suited with an axe? Cause I think there’s a--”

Jacob sighed in defeat, cutting of Aria’s worried speaking before it could escalate into ramblings.

“You’re serious about the whole fighting magical stuff, aren’t you?” he asked resignedly. Aria nodded before turning back to Sam.

“Do you think you can handle him?” she asked looking at the sword considerately.

For a minute Sam didn’t get it. “Wait, you mean the sword? Why are you calling it a ‘him’?” at this the sword hummed, and somehow Sam got the feeling it was annoyed.

Aria looked as if she was about to say she had hurt the swords feelings when she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. When she opened them they were filled with amusement. “Some enchanted weapons turn out to be sentient. Like that one” she nodded towards the sword.

Sam looked at the sword in her hand, disturbed. “So…can it, like, talk?” the sword hummed again, emitting something of a silent ‘duh’. “Never mind” Sam muttered.

Aria grinned. “See! You two are really hitting it off!” she exclaimed happily. Jacob rolled his eyes and muttered something about ‘acting like it was a blind date’ under his breath, then instantly regretted it as it brought Aria’s critical gaze upon him.

“Let’s see” the purple haired child muttered, tapping her foot. “Too flimsy armed to use a sword properly--”

“Hey!” Jacob cried, offended. Aria took no notice of his outburst.

“—or pull back a drawstring, so that’s out. And—oh, never mind, you’re too scrawny to use anything like that” she threw her hands up in the air, muttered something under her breath and stalked back over to the cabinet.

Jacob somehow got the feeling that both his sister and the sword were laughing at him.

Aria came back a minute later, holding something shiny in her hand. Jacob watched her warily,
jerking a little when she grabbed his hand and forced his fingers to uncurl. His expression became even more sceptical as she opened her hand to reveal shiny, jewelled rings. He was looking at her like she was insane (which was entirely possible) when she began to rather harshly cram aforementioned rings onto his fingers.

He was now absolutely positive that that sword was laughing at him.

Aria stepped back, satisfied with his now bejewelled fingers.

“Uh-huh. That’s nice. Now, why are you putting jewellery on me?” he demanded, looking at his hand.

Aria rolled her eyes. “Because their enchanted, duh” Jacob just stared at her. “Really. Go on, try it. Look at the ceiling at say freeze”

Jacob continued to stare at her for a moment before slowly raising his gaze to the ceiling. “Umm, freeze” he said uncertainly.

The effect was instantaneous. Ice suddenly sprouted from the spot where he had been looking, spreading outwards at an alarmingly rapid pace. It had covered a circle roughly the size of a small table with ice when Aria threw up her hands and the spread of frost abruptly stopped.

“Evaporate”

At Aria’s words the ice began to melt, dripping from the ceiling. Before it could hit the carpet or them the droplets turned into wisps of mist and disappeared.

Jacob blinked, staring at the spot where the ceiling had previously been iced over, both amazed and disturbed by both his acts and Aria’s.

“…wow” he said after a moment.

Aria beamed at him. Jacob paused to wonder how alien the expression looked on her face. Aria then began to rapidly list off what commands to give, what each ring does, etc.

All the while Sam stood her new sword in hand, not so quietly laughing at her brother. A low, shaking hum travelled from the sword and up her arm as her sword joined her mirth. As Sam’s laughter subsided into chuckles she looked at the sword she held in her hand.

“So you really are alive, eh?” she said, holding the sword up for examination. The sword gave a low hum which Sam had decided meant ‘yes’.

“Spirit Breaker” she said slowly, letting the name roll of her tongue. After a moment she shook her head. “Nah, too long. I’ll just call you Spirit”

The sword grumbled, then said something she was sure was a curse word when she just grinned.

Spirit fell silent, probably sulking. Sam eyes rested on the two curved horns spreading from the tip as her grin faded. Suddenly the fact that she might have to kill something dawned upon her. As violent as she was, the only thing she had even killed was a gold fish she forgot to feed when she was six!

“Aria? Are we going to have to kill whatever attacks us?” Sam asked, hoping her voice didn’t shake.

The girl in question looked at Sam, something flickering across her face too fast for Sam too catch what it was. She was really starting to hate that.

“Oh, no, if we just get a couple of good stabs in they’ll probably run away” Aria told her in a reassuring tone.

This did not comfort Sam. She didn’t want to stab mythical creatures until they ran away! She didn’t even want anything to do with mythical creatures!

Spirit, seemingly sensing her discomfort, hummed worriedly in her hand. She ignored it, her mind whirling. What if they lost and they died? Then all of their family would have been killed by some supposedly non-existent creature. If they didn’t exist like they were supposed to, Sam thought bitterly, everything would be fine. Mom and Dad would be alive and I wouldn’t have to deal with all this!

“…you okay?” Jacob’s voice cut through her thoughts.

“Fine” Sam reassured him. Her weak attempt at a shaky smile didn’t fool Jacob, as he took a step towards her.

“What’s wrong?” Jacob asked firmly. Sam felt compelled to answer him, though she did her best to force a lie through her teeth.

“It’s just that…” Sam glanced at Aria before sighing in defeat. “Oh, screw it; I do not want to have to deal with all thing magical junk! I want to go back to that orphanage, wait for some nice couple to adopt us and forget our parents were killed by freaking vampires!”

For a moment Aria and Jacob stared at Sam. Then, rather predictably, Aria spoke.

“You can’t just forget all this; your brother is a Halfling! That ties him to this world, even if you have a chance of living a normal life” Aria told her, something else leaking into her voice. Sam noticed the young girls hands were tightly clenched into fists at her side.

Sam sighed in frustration. “I know I can’t, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to” she muttered the last part to herself.

Jacob turned his head slightly to give Aria a look. The young girl sighed and muttered something about finding something before going to the other side of the room, giving the siblings the most privacy they could get in the small room.

“Sam, I know this thing about Mom and Dad is hard to deal with, but this whole magic thing could be a new start for us. I need to learn about this…angel thing, we can’t just go back to our lives back there. Especially if we’d have to be adopted” Jacob looked off to the side when he said that last bit, but soon returned his gaze to Sam.

“I know,” her shoulders slumped in defeat. “But I can’t help but wishing”

Spirit hummed comfortingly in her hand, and Sam jumped a little when it did. She had almost forgotten she was holding the sword. The soothing hum turned into one of offense, as if the sword had read her mind.

“So that thing really talks?” Jacob asked, changing the subject.

Sam nodded, a grin slowly creeping onto her face. That was all the warning Jacob got before Sam swung up Spirit in a perfect arc, stopping the sword just short of his neck.

Jacob gulped. “Don’t. Do. That.” Jacob said very slowly, eyeing the sword as best he could from its position by his neck.

Sam grinned. “Well, at least I’m happy again, eh?”

“If you two are done trying to kill each other, we’d better get going” Aria called from across the room.

Sam nodded, and then blinked. “Umm, do you have a…what’s it called…” she rummaged around in her head for the right word.

“Sheath?” Jacob offered.

“Yeah, sheath”

Aria rolled her eyes. “I was beginning to wonder if you were planning on walking all the way to the temple holding him” with that, she walked over to the cupboard and pulled out a brown sheath, made of some sort of animal skin.

Sam took it from Aria’s offering hand, taking a moment to figure out how to put it on before strapping it to her back and slipping Spirit into the sheath.

Aria smiled as small, proud smile, the smile a gardener would give a customer to whom she had just sold her most cared for plant to before turning to the door. Placing one hand on the door, she muttered something under her breath and the door flew open. Starting up the stairs, she beckoned for them to follow.

“So why are these…goblins…going to attack us?” Jacob asked hesitantly.

“Eh, they stole one of my enchanted necklaces, I stole it back and they’ve been out to get me ever since” Sam saw her shoulders shrug in the dimming light.

They ascended the remaining stairs in silence. Aria abruptly stopped, causing Sam to almost run into her.

Aria sharply shushed the both of them. Sam, guessing what was coming next, drew Spirit.

“Open”

At that single word, the door creaked open. The trio hesitantly stepped outside into the night.

Just outside the door were ten or so hunched over figures that where a head or so smaller than Aria. Each had mould green wrinkled skin that pulled so tight against their bones that you could practically see each vain bulging against their wiry arms. A few ragged pieces of muddy hair grew from their scalp, but not enough to cover their mostly skulls. Their eyes were bloodshot and shrunk into the back of their eye sockets and their mouths were lipless, pulled back to reveal crooked but sharp yellow teeth. Perhaps to compensate for such a scrawny build, each had a fur pelt of armour, laden with spiked weapon belts draped over their waists and a dirty, scratched metal shield with a skull carved crudely into it.

For a moment the green creatures Sam assumed were the Goblins Aria had been talking about stared at Aria and them.

“I know I’m a good witch and all, but this is just over-kill” Aria complained after a minute.

A short, hoarse laugh spread over the group of goblins.

A goblin, supposedly the leader, stepped forwards. “Aria of Red Tree Hill” he (at least Sam assumed it was a he) drawled in a raspy voice. “You’ve stolen invaluable artefacts—“

“You stole them from me first!” Aria cut him off with her outraged cry.

He went on as if he hadn’t heard her. “—and injured good warriors. What do you have to say for yourself?”

Aria stared at him like he was retarded. “You stole my amulet. I was taking it back. In order to do that, I had to cast some minor spells on your so-called ‘good warriors’. My actions were totally justified. Now let me pass or I’ll show you what injured really means”

The threat was somewhat dimmed by the fact that it was coming from an eleven year old girl. The
Goblins shared this sentiment, as they erupted with more hoarse laughter.

Aria shook her head. “It’s so hard to be taken seriously these days” she said mournfully, looking over her shoulder at the siblings.

And then all hell broke loose.

The Goblins charged, each pulling some weapon or other from their belts. Aria’s head snapped back to them and raised her hand.

“Freeze!” she shouted. A giant crystal of Ice spiked from the ground beneath a goblin, engulfing him.

Beside her, Jacob followed her lead, shouting off commands as spell after spell was flung by his rings. Sam stared at the battle unfolding before her for a moment before a goblin who had managed to dodge the flying spells charged at her, sword raised.

Sam managed to jump out of the way, causing the goblin to whirl around in attempt to catch her in his spin.

Bringing Spirit up just in time, locking her swords with the goblin. Her opponent bared his teeth at her in an attempt to intimidate her.

“Your defeat is approaching” he croaked, pushing her sword back an inch.

She stared at him for a moment, letting her sword slip a little closer to her face. Spirit hummed warningly. “Seriously?” she choked out. “I just found out my brother is a freaking angel” Spirit inched forwards. “My parents have been killed by vampires” her sword was now inches away from the goblins face. “And I do not want to have to deal with you stupid goblins!” with that, she gave a mighty shove that sent the goblin stumbling backwards.

Her opponent’s momentary loss in balance gave her the chance she needed to lunge forwards and swing at his sword arm. Unable to properly dodge, Spirit bit into the goblins arm, creating a deep gash.

The Goblin tore his arm away and backed away towards his comrades, snarling. The other Goblins had pushed forwards by lining up their shields to create a wall. Every spell Aria and Jacob threw at them only exploded uselessly against their shields.

Seeing their dilemma, Sam pursued the retreating Goblin back to his comrades. The Goblin, not noticing Sam, yelled something before the nearest Goblin moved aside to let him behind the wall.
Leaping at the opportunity, Sam plunged forward, knocking aside the injured Goblin. As soon as she was past the wall of shields she spun around and sliced the arm of the Goblin to her left. Realizing their defence had been breached, the Goblins broke rank and scattered. Most headed in the opposite direction, others staying and fighting. Those who stayed soon followed their cowardly comrades after sustaining gashes and burns.

Sam hiked back up the hill to Aria and Jacob, panting. Spirit hummed quietly but triumphantly in her hand. When she reached the top of the hill she clambered over to her brother and Aria before collapsing onto the ground.

“Oh, shut up” she muttered in response to her brother’s laugh. Her eyes, having closed them during her flop on to the ground, slid open to see a black sky, glittering with a thousand multi-coloured stars.

Her mother loved the stars. Loved to gaze at them every night before she went to bed. Sometimes Sam would see her out on the balcony and join her. And every time she did her mother would point out one particular constellation.

“It’s called the Angel” Her mother told her, pointing out a bunch of stars.

Sam rolled her eyes. She had heard these exact words a thousand times, without fail.

“It’s a special star that you can see in every sky in the world” Sam mouthed her mothers’ next words, pondering them for the thousandth time.

“What do you mean by every sky, mom? There’s only one sky” Sam looked at her mother questioningly.

A slow, sad smile curled onto her lips. “There is more than one world, my dear, and more than one sky with it”

Sam stared at her mother as she turned around and went back inside. That was the most her mother had ever said when she asked that question. Usually she would just smile that same, sad smile and shake her head. Sam looked back up at the stars and sighed, wrapping her arms around herself. It was getting cold; she should probably get back inside.
Sam stared at that same constellation now, finally understanding her mother’s cryptic words. A small, sad smile similar to her mother’s found its way onto her lips. Just one of many secrets she would discover.

“Come on then, we’d better go”

The next being her mother’s past, hopefully.

Authors notes I can now blurt out without fear of spoiling the chapter:

The end was kind of rushed because I wanted to get this chapter over with and posted. And I know, I suck at fight scenes. And that bit about Spirit makes me want to hit myself because it reminds me so much of the stories I wrote when I was seven and I hadn't figured out what 'Mary Sue' meant yet. So, yeah. I'll get to work on the next one, but it might take a while with school and all.

Awesome chapter, really nice

...okay, I just wanna say something here: more comments=faster updates. I distracted very easily, and I have like ten other things I could type instead of Wicked, but if people comment then I feel guilty if I stall on updating. I'm not saying I won't update If I don't get comments (at least, not yet) but comment? Please? *puppy dog eyes* And, If it isn't to much to ask, constructive critism please? I know it isn't perfect (far from it, in my opinion) and I wan't to improve it but I can't really do that If I don't know what's wrong with it. *pats theone* but at least you said something. Which is very, very nice.

Re-reading this, I don't mean to sound so...snarky. I just really, really want this story to work. ^^;

There's a couple grammar things but as always your imagination is wonderful and I'm enjoying the story. Actually I thought the fight scene was kind of interesting with Sam taking advantage of the goblins "breaking" their wall to let their "friend" in. Reminiscent of Battle of Hastings.

Added thought later after reading all story from beginning. I don't think you have to tell EACH event from the two viewpoints, but it is nice to see the "inner thinking" of each once in a while.

Anyway I have checked notify also and will look forward to more chapters.

Yeah, I really need to start spell-checking the chaps before I post them, but I always forget -_-'
I...have no idea what the Battle of Hastings is/was. I was really just winging it on the fight scene.

Also! I'd like to say that I will be attempting to update reguarly, but that would be a lie, as I keep getting sidetracked by my sister playing music and then me writing random one-shots/literary experiments based loosly (very, very loosly) on the song playing. Like my newest Collegium entry. But, like my sister and her agonising slowness on udating her stories, updates will be slow, but probably faster as I have recently been able to type on the second weeks where I couldn't type before. Yeah. That totally made sense.

It's wonderful, I love your writing style as for the fighting scene... I never pay attention to those scenes whether I'm reading a book or watching a movie so I have no comments about that but overall the story plot is amazing! ^^

wow cool story! I'm making my own and it has some similarities to this one

Thankies! Anyway, I've hit a giant writers block for chapter...4, was it? So, I'm slowly struggling through it, but along with all my schoolwork (I'm a week behind, so imma have to work during the holidays to catch up), my scatter-brained inability to do...stuff, the fact that I can't type that often and my fading activity on AM, the next update will be hellavu lot late. And the ones after that probably won't be regular, since these problems are most likely going to consist for a while.

Yeah. Upon reflection, it probably wasn't a good idea to post this and therefore commit myself to continuing it.

^^ It's okay, we can wait, it'll be hard but whatever anyways I hope you are able to catch up with all your school work and all.

Update please!!!
It's a great story
Love it