Darkness The Diary of Samantha Owen (30 page)

Niv looked at him without knowing what he was referring to. She had arrived at the last moment to help.

“That boy has been a revelation. I owe it to him.”

The witches’ didn´t know what was happening. They saw him take something from his jacket. A bottle with a blue liquid that moved impatiently, in his other hand he had another bottle, much smaller that held in the bottom a single drop of blood.

“Hold them
,” he extended them to Gaia.

He took an old dagger that he used to make potions and spells and he scratched his hand. He quickly took the bottle with the blue liquid between his fingers and squeezed the palm of his hand until some drops fell into the liquid. Then he opened the smaller bottle and poured a drop of blood into the bigger one. The mixture did not change color, but it moved faster.

“Goodbye my dear friends,” he smiled.

The liquid brushed his lips and he drank it without wasting a drop. He closed his eyes feeling how the potion took effect. Now their lives were connected.

Seconds later the witches realized that what they had let him commit an error, according to their judgment. They thought that he had committed suicide. They didn´t think of what would happen next.

Patrick was doing what he knew best. He was looking for the son of the night who had given his life to save his daughter. He could not return with his hands empty and he wouldn´t. He had seen how his daughter burned the Fallen One who has formed this cliff. Before, the exit from the city was a valley with some hills, now there was a breach of which no one knew if it had an end.

After hours of walking, the sun had come out. It had been a few minutes since he reached the floor of the breach. He started to walk through the steep terrain, full of stones. After so many years doing the same, he no longer noticed the
fatigue, he simply continued. He didn´t even have time to tell his daughter who he was. He preferred to recover something that was difficult to lose. After descending that terrain, he had no hopes of finding anyone alive, but he wouldn´t abandon for that reason. His daughter needed him and that was what he was there for.

He advanced
over a contour that got harder and harder. Stone peaks came out of the ground, impeding him at times from seeing further. He kept walking until he had the opportunity to climb a stone to observe from a higher perspective. He went up and examined every crevice. He stopped when he saw something in the distance. It could be a trick of the shadows of a stone but he went down and started to run in that direction. He took minutes to arrive until only a few meters away he could make out a leg on the ground. He advanced hurriedly until he got to his side. A large stone was crushing the body that was under it. He used all his strength to move it until he managed it.

The body of a young man appeared from within the rubble and he knew that it was him. He examined him without moving him. His head was fine, but his ribcage was crushed. He could see that he had broken bones throughout his body. He closed his eyes and though
t of the pain that his daughter must be bearing. He bent down and picked him up carefully. When had a good hold on him he commenced to undo the path that he had come. He thought, as he carried him, that he would not make it until nighttime. But he would make every effort to arrive as soon as possible.

He walked a long while until he decided to stop to take a rest. He lay the boy down carefully on the ground and sat by his side. He drank the valuable water he had left and then confirmed to his surprise that he had nothing left to eat. His breathing was
drawn out when he looked at him. He was an attractive boy, with chestnut brown hair, almost fair. The profiles of his face were smooth and a shadow beneath his eyes let him see the little that he had rested and the much that he had fought before dying.

He stayed there sta
ring at him when he noticed something moving. His chest wasn´t as crushed as before. His arms appeared to recover their habitual form. He couldn´t believe what he was seeing. He looked towards the dislocated leg, but it remained the same. He didn´t know what was happening. He looked again towards his chest and a small movement made him open wide his eyes.

He was breathing. He was exhaling. He moved closer to confirm
from close up. His chest was moving very slowly. He took his pulse in his wrist but felt nothing. He went up to his neck without obtaining any answer from his blood. He thought that he was going crazy, until without warning, one of his big, silvery-green eyes was looking at him. A deep breath that Eric made confirmed that he was alive. He moved his hands around to check that his body was still there. And he looked again at the amazed man that he had before him with a great smile.

“Are you alright? Do you remember what happened?”

Patrick looked at him still unable to believe what he was seeing. He inspected the boy from his fair hair full of earth to his shoes. He sat there gob-smacked. He didn´t move when Eric warned him that he was going to try to stand up. Just as his legs gave way, Patrick grasped him and held him. Eric smiled at him. However, he couldn’t take another step, his legs failed as he tried to cling to Patrick with his weak hands. The messenger, not knowing what to do looked at him, seeing how the spark that maintained his eyes alive, faded. The young man’s body fell completely without any strength at all, at the same time an expression of frustration crossed the face of a father who foresaw that the most important mission of his life would fail.

Epilogue

             
My name is Samantha Owen, this is just one of the things I have discovered over this last week. I never imagined the adventure that would come from leaving my room one Saturday afternoon. Today is now Sunday and the stars start to shine in the sky. In the last hours I have had a lot of time to reflect and I have decided to write this diary; because I don´t want to forget all I have lived. For that reason, I intend to write down in detail in each sheet of paper. That way, if at some time I need to remember, I can read and learn from the experiences described here.

             
I have discovered that nothing is as it seems and that, if you pay a little more attention, you will notice the difference. I have travelled to a fascinating world; that place that I knew existed because my heart told me so. There I have met a family I never thought I had and some friends that I hope never to miss again. In that dimension that the senses are sharper, I experimented for the first time what it is to fight and what it is to love; I have felt anger and pain, peace and conviction, frustration and victory. I am felt the joy of discovering that I am different and I like that. I have discovered that I have great inner power that I still must learn to control. I have let myself be captivated and fascinated by every corner of this new world. I have forgotten things that I thought were important and I have replaced them. My beliefs have changed through those experiences. In such a short period of time, although I am not clear whether time really exists, my life has changed. My fears have dissipated and in the end I have been able to know myself, in body and in soul.

             
There are also many things that I have not managed to understand and that at this moment in time represent a great mystery to me. But I no longer fear the unknown, the new. Now I only desire to search for more answers and recover those empty years of my life.

             
The reality is that I have found things in the darkness that I never knew existed and although I have been in darkness many times, on some occasions more than I would desire, this has made me learn to differentiate the real from the imaginary and the important from the insignificant. The darkness has taught me things I never imagined.

             
Finally, I would like to remember one word, the word LOVE. Considering that, at this moment means everything. It is the great force that unites me to my family. It is the energy that has made me fall in love, that I love and that I live. Because for the first time I have felt that I am truly corresponded. He showed me that; he fought for our love and I will do the same. Although I don´t know if I will see those green eyes full of passion and life again, or that smile that reflected mischievousness; but I will not surrender nor will I be defeated. Because although I do not kiss his sweet lips again, I know that our love will last through space and time. And I feel happy to have met that person that made everything make sense in my life.

             
Tears no longer flow from my eyes because I know that there is something else, something waiting for me and I will not cease to search until I find my destiny.

             
I just want my words to help, me and whoever picks up this book in their hands. Because in the end, it is a part of my life that I don´t want to erase, for I have learned from it and without those experiences I would not be who I am today.

                                                        Samantha Owen

Samantha closed her new diary; it was smart brown with golden borders, now complete and left it on top of her bed as she heard how her mother called her, shouting as she knocked on the entrance to Gabriel´s house. She left the room and ran down the corridor leaving her sister and brother-in-law behind; despite the bags under her eyes and the tiredness from not having slept a night since the day before, she moved fast. She knew that her mother brought news, so she didn´t delay in placing her hand on the handle of the door.

A cold wind froze her face when she opened the door. The fast beats of her heart eager for good news summed to her amazement. Surprised, she looked on both sides of the deserted street. Her mother was no longer there…

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