Scara Rose, The Warrior

Chapter 21

Snow's pov

"Did you really think it would be this easy to defeat me?"

Regina, Emma, and Scara instantly step in front of the rest of us. Because of their magic, they're our first line of defense. Hades stares amused at my youngest daughter.

"I do believe congratulations are in order, don't you agree. I mean how long have you spent looking for your family? And to think that all it took was you being killed to meet them. Doesn't it seem weird that I knew the whole time and your profiler mind couldn't figure it out?"

Scara's jaw locks as she glares at him. If looks could kill, Hades would be dead and buried by now.

"Of course you knew," Scara mutters in a voice full of hatred.

"Yeah well," he shrugs, "but are you dumb enough to think that they can be your family. You're dead. They're alive. They'll just end up leaving you, just like everyone does."

"Like you mentioned earlier, I spent my entire life trying to find them. Dead or not, I'm going to enjoy this time," Scara snarls.

"Not to mention that they were your unfinished business," he grins evilly, "along with the boy."

Scara quickly lunges at him and blasts her magic at the mention of her lover. He simply uses his dark magic to disappear and reappear next to the spot he was at.

"I guess I shouldn't call him a boy. I mean he just had his 18th birthday."

Scara looks slightly upset when she hears she missed one of the most important days of his life, but she quickly hides it behind a pissed look.

"My apologies, I'm very off topic. Where was I? Oh, yes. I mean Scara do you even trust them? Your mother here has a way of letting secrets spill. Isn't that right, Regina?"

I WAS 10! Why doesn't anyone get that?

I'm not the only one who's pissed though. Regina has magic surging to her finger tips while the vein on her forehead is bulging.

"Even I know that if some of your secrets got out, it would be terrible. For example there are the events that led up to your death..."

Hades stops midsentence to gaze longer than necessary at my little girl's face.

"Oh now this is interesting. Scara Rose hasn't told her family how she truly died."

What the hell is he talking about? Scara wouldn't lie to us, would she? I mean we've only know her for less than 24 hours, but would she do that? She studied human behavior for living so she would be good at hiding the truth.

What am I talking about?

I need to talk to Scara before I start making up crazy notions.

"Well it looks to me like the bubble happiness has popped, bound to happen eventually. You all have a pleasant day."

After he states the last sarcastic comment, he disappears in his cloud of smoke.

Scara's pov

"What the hell was he talking about?" Emma states after a moment of silence.

"Let's get out of here," I suggest quietly.

I should've known that the truth wouldn't stay buried for long, but it was worth trying or so I thought.

Now I've broken my family's trust, and I still have to tell them.

God this sucks.

"No," Snow says pushes, "What did he mean by the events?"

Between hearing the masked pain in my mother's voice and my emotions, I lose it.

"I'M NOT GOING TO SAY," I snap.

My mom's face completely changes and I regret my words.

"Not here," I say in a whisper, "there are too many ears down here."

Without another word, Regina encircles us all in a cloud of magic. When it clears, I see we are back at the loft.

My head is spinning from all the emotions swirling inside me. I stumble over to the counter and grip it to steady myself. I don't know what to think or say. I've never told anyone the true story of how I died.

"Now, what happened?" Snow asks.

I go sit down and everyone else does the same.

"You make it sound so easy to talk about. I don't even know how to start."

"Why did you lie to us?" Snow asks "start there."

I lift my gaze off of the floor and onto my parent's faces.

"When you asked me about how it happened, I was conflicted. I didn't want to lie, but when I looked into yours and David's eyes I saw two things; love and pain. The pain I saw, that I see, is so great, I didn't want to add to it. I thought that if I made my death seem better than it was, I could save you from some of that pain."

"While we appreciate that," my mom says, taking my hand, "we want to know the truth, the whole truth."

I feel a couple tears fall down my cheeks. Good grief, that's been happening a lot recently. I'm not one to cry this much, but oh my God.

"Ok," I say in a small voice.

"How did you really die?" Emma asks, leaning in.

I gaze up at Killian who's sitting next to my sister. If anyone in the room knows of the group that murdered me, it would be him.

"Pirate hunters," I whimper.