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Chapter 12-Discussion

I followed Maya into the living room, and sat on a small pillow we used for chairs. Bringing real chairs out here, would be much harder, yet alone a couch. I took a breath, and tried to push Lin out of my mind for a while.

"Candace... how did you meet him?" Maya started off

I lowered my head, and I knew there was no point in lieing to her.

"When you went knitting that one time.. He saw me shift from a butterfly..."

"Alright... and you didn't tell me because?"

"Why didn't YOU tell me about Jason?" I evaded the question. I knew she wouldn't be happy.. She was never happy with the choices I made.

"Because it wasn't any of your business." she replied back, defensive

"You just said my answer too then."

I sighed. These conversations never were very happy..

"Well did you even think he was-"

"When I first saw him I recognized the clothing, but that's probably just coincidence! Jason wears a cape but you're not bugged by that!" I screamed at her. She was so annoying sometimes! Why does it matter, the clothing he wears?!

"There's a large difference. And I saw the aura! By the looks of it... he's the dark lords son." She sighed

I started at her, and I heard a few foot steps come from behind me, and I could feel my face get hotter, from rage, as Jason stood there, in the hallway. I guess that would explain those men, from that other day, and how he always wore dark colors.. I shook my head, infuriated at myself, and at my sister.

"No! He's too kind to be... to be..." I trailed off. Everything did add up..

"So was the girl who invited you to that party, right?" Maya asked me bitterly.

In one of the first villages that we lived in, there was this really nice girl, and she invited me to a party. I felt so welcomed, so loved, and everything went smoothly at the beginning. It was like I had found the place where I really did fit in. But that all ended, when they started to throw rocks at me, to the point I was crying. They said it was tradition, but that was obviously crap, as they all laughed at me. I slightly winced from the memory, and looked away from Maya.

"He likes my hair color though." He didn't make fun of it at all

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!" she yelled at me, and I felt like I was slapped all over again. I could feel my eyes beginning to tear

"I know! But Lin is kind and not evil as you keep saying! I know who he is and I know he lo-" I cut myself off. No. I didn't know if he loved me. "If you hadn't stabbed him maybe you would of noticed!" I yelled, as the tears got heavier.

Maya was always so insensitive about everything, when it came to me. I know she is trying to be like a mother figure, to take care of me, and protect me, but I'm not a baby any more. I can handle things on my own. I took a shaky breath, and remembered that Jason was still there. I felt like hitting him. Maya got no trouble for loving him. Why was it always me who gets all the troubles?

"Well, if you really think that... ask him who is father is when he wakes up."

I gave her a one nod. I will ask him when he wakes up. When ever he wakes up.. Maya attempted to pat my shoulder, but I hit it away. I don't need her fake sympathy. Maya paused as she realized that Jason was behind me, still in the hallway. And she thinks I'm oblivious? He took slow steps towards us, and stood next to Maya. I felt like attacking them both, for being able to love each other without so many problems.

"You probably want to watch over Lin now, Candace." he said to me, giving me a sorry face.

I looked up at him. His face looked really sorry. At least he looked like he was sympathizing.

"Thank you." I muttered to him, and ran off to the room, my tears falling running down my face. I took a quick blurred glance at Lin, and ran to the little closet door, that was next to my herb drawer. It was my favorite place to go in the house, when ever I was sad. I huddled up, and placed my head on my knees, and let out a few quiet sobs. Did everything always have to be so hard? I could feel my tears running down the skin of my legs, but I ignored it. I didn't care that my long skirt was ripped, or that I was cold, from not having it with me. I let out a louder sob, and closed my eyes.
I wanted to escape from this place.