Mystic Legacy (BOOK 1)

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 13

Backstory continues
Growing up, Sam never knew what happened to her father after that day. She's always been scared to ask. But she would pick fights with her mother here and there, blaming her for not saving him.

They lived in that hotel throughout the rest of her childhood until her mother saved money and moved into a small home. It was the best she can provide for her daughter.

However, the thought of her mother running away from her problems effected Sam as she grew older. The older she got, the more she understood.

"Mom, can I ask you something?" 15 year old Samantha asked from her dining table as her mother poured her daughter juice.

"Yes sweetie, you can ask me anything."

"Why didn't you stop them?"

Her mother blankly looked up at her teenage girl, oblivious as to where this conversation will go.

"What do you mean?"

"Why didn't you stop them, from taking dad away? Better yet, as a matter of fact, where were you?" Her mother's expression left her without words. She just stood there, not saying a word.

"Hello? I asked you something." Sam really cared for her father, her mother was barely there for her.

"I don't want to answer that question at all." She stated.

"Well you should, because you failed to not only be a good mom, but failed to be a faithful wife." She snapped at her mother.

Her mom walked out of the kitchen and slapped her child.

"How dare you accuse me of such sin? You're so ungrateful. I managed to work my butt off to provide a shelter for you, and you accuse me of not being loyal?"

"None of that matters to me! Ok?! What matters is our family being together, and you-"

She paused, her eyes watered up as she tried to force the next words out of her mouth.

"You broke it off. Our family is broken. There's no hope that he's alive now. They're killing those who were accused."

She took off her sweater and turned her back towards her, showing the scars from that day.

"I got whipped, because I needed to. I did it because he told me to defend those who I love. And what did you do?!" She turned around to face her.

"You ran away like a bitch." Her mother was crying.

"Not only that, you never bothered to put a healing spell on me! Just let these ugly scars for on my back."

She grabbed her sweater and put it back on before heading out to the institution.

She slammed the door behind her, leaving her mother alone in her thoughts.

She walked to her school, the Academy Of Nocturnal Arts. There is where she met her first friend.

She walked through the hallways and went to her locker. She opened it and placed her spell books inside. She rested her head against the door and closed her eyes.

That is, until someone next to her slammed their locker shut, and hard.

She jumped a little and looked to see a young Jess Swift next to her.

"Are you ok?" She asked. Jess looked up and nodded lightly.

"Yeah I hope so." She answered and began to walk away, but Sam grabbed her hand.

"Wait, I would like to get to know you more. Wanna hang out during lunch?" Sam offered and Jess smiled at the thought and nodded.

Ever since the two had been inseparable. Jess managed to build trust with Sam and told her what happened the day before they met. Sam told her side of the story and their bond grew larger than ever, making them best friends.