The Chosen One

Chapter 8

The woods were quiet, except for the occasional bird that starts its song. The wind softly blowed through the trees and the flowers moved with it too. In this quietness, Samantha and Harry were both laying on the ground and staring at the sky. Everything finally felt peaceful for the first time since they met each other.

That was until something catched Samantha's eye. In one of the trees above them sat a black bird looking mischievously at them with its orange eyes. But that didn't catch her attention alone. The bird had something flat and white in its beak.

Samantha was reaching out her arm to point at the bird so Harry would see it too, when the bird came flying over and dropped the white object in Samantha's hand. Harry just stared at her.

"How the ... did you do that?".

All Samantha could do was shrug her shoulders. She really didn't have a clue. She just thought about the bird and it did what she wanted it to do. Not wanting to think about it too much, she put it in her mind as a coincidence.

They looked at the object again. It looked like a small envelope. Being the curious person Samantha was, she opened it and it revealed a letter. But not a letter in a normal langue.

"I have no idea of what they wrote there and I know the most languages." Harry said to Samantha as she showed him the letter. She stared at the paper for the second time and she started to feel lightheaded. Her vision was blurring and she felt like she wasn't able to feel or do anything anymore. The only thing she could do was read the words that appeared in front of her. Just as if they were written in the air. One by one flowing by in front of her face.

"Come on!... Please Sam!... I can't lose you..." Samantha heard someone say as the words slowly disappeared. Then she remembered everything again. She was still in the woods with Harry. She tried to open her eyes and after trying like hundred times she finally managed to open them. Only to face with a worried Harry.

"Thank the gods above! You can't scare me like that again Sam. I thought I lost you!" he said as he hugged her. Oh, yea, right. She remembered, I didn't put my necklace on again of course.

"I know what they wrote." Samantha whispered, still not totally back to the real world. Harry's eyes widened, "How?".

Samantha shrugged her shoulders at that, "I guess I was watching the letter when I passed out. And I didn't pass out without a reason...".

Harry's eyes turned dark and Samantha could clearly see anger flashing in them. "Goddamn. They send you an Ardinia-letter, didn't they? I can't believe they know about you! What did the letter say?".

Samantha sensed this thing was frustrating him so she tried to calm him down, "Keep it calm Harry. The letter they send only told me they knew me before I met you."

"The letter said: Well, well, well. look at our little girl now. getting her first Ardinia-letter. We know you. We've followed every move you've made in your live. So we also know you found that little bastard who calls himself Harry. You might be his soulmate but he can't save you. You and your family are going to help us rule the world. Your grandfather was the first men down. Also your parents chose our side. At least they are smart... Don't rely too much on your Harry boy. He will be the first one who'll die. You just started war girlie! The game is on! And remember: We're watching every move! We'll see you soon!" Samantha told every word to Harry.

"What was it with your parents?" Harry asked as she ended the story.

"Can we please leave that subject for another time. I really don't want to talk about it right now."

Samantha wasn't ready to tell that story yet. She did move to London for a reason. Harry nodded and let it go, knowing not to push his luck. Samantha was glad he didn't push. There weren't many people nowadays that would let something go that easily and she hated that. Sam was a very private person and she would only tell anyone about herself when she really trusted that person. But as soon as she trusted someone she would become an open book to them if they ask about anything, but even though she found a weird kind of trust in Harry, she didn't trust him that much yet.

Samantha looked around and saw her necklace on the ground in front of her, She picked it up and turned to Harry, "I know you can't touch me with this necklace but do you think you can put it around my neck for me?".

Maybe the necklace would be able to accept Harry? Samantha really hoped so. "I can try." Harry said before Sam gave him the necklace. To her surprise he could actually hold it and get it around her neck.

"Well that went better than I thought." Harry laughed. Samantha simply nodded, agreeing with him. While the peaceful quietness returned, Samantha and Harry both thought about the events from that day again.

"I'm sorry but I really need to leave now." Samantha broke the silence, "I need to work tomorrow and I really need my sleep."

She stood up and grabbed her bow and arrow. When that creature attacked her a while ago she was glad she was there without Alfa, now she wasn't so happy about that since she didn't really want to walk the whole way home again.

As if Harry could read her mind he said, "Jump behind me on Myrstro. I'll bring you home.".

Samantha nodded once again and did what he told her. When they arrive at Samantha's home, after a long ride, Harry looked around like he was in another world. Almost everything he saw was different from back in the days when he lived outside the castle. Samantha looked at Harry weirdly but then she remembered he probably never got away from the castle.

"I guess the next time you need to come with me to London. You've missed pretty much in those years." She laughed.

"I probably need to agree with that. When do you want to meet again?" He chuckled.

"what about tomorrow? I guess it's going to be tomorrow in the afternoon or you need to go with me to my work in the morning?" Samantha suggested after thinking about it. She knew she could probably take him with her to work.

"Do you want me with you on your work? Are you even allowed to bring me? I guess I'll only run in your way.".

"I don't think you would. I work with music so I guess you'll like it. I only warn you already for the people I work with. They are really interrupting and annoying sometimes." Samantha warned him, "If you decide to come I'll see you at nine here, okay? Sleep a night and decide what you want. If you don't want to go with me to my work, for which I can't blame you, just come here somewhere in the afternoon and I'll show you the new London."

Harry nodded, wanting to think about it for a while longer, and they both said their goodbyes to each other.

While Harry went back to the castle, Samantha walked into her house and changed herself in some comfortable clothes. She started Netflix and watched some episodes of Sherlock that she already saw thousand times. Don't judge me but I'm just a big fan, she told herself. When she almost fell asleep at the couch she turned off her TV and laid down in her bed, falling asleep right away.