Darkness The Diary of Samantha Owen by Ariadna Marrero Saavedra

I asked him.
    “You miss your brother, right?” I could see his gaze darken as I pronounced those words. He said nothing. He looked profoundly at me with sad, thoughtful eyes. I got up and moved towards his seat, which was opposite mine, to hug him. Seeing him so unprotected made me wish to hug him and take care of him before any evil. In that moment I felt that that was my mission in life, after saving the Kingdom.
    “I am still worried about my sister. I fear that Gabriel might hurt her in some way. My duty is to find her and let the world know that I have a sister and that she can save the Kingdom with me. I want to know her and know where she has been all this time, whether or not she managed to free herself from the wanderers that captured her as I did and I want to know that she is well. ”
    “We still don´t know if she is real.”
    “I know that she is, I feel her inside of me; it is as though something is missing,” I said placing my hands over my heart. “I don´t want them to harm her, I want to find her as soon as possible.”
    “And if it is a trick? It could be the same ones that captured you that day, that want to do it again and they are tricking you with her. It is easy to reflect in your mind, according to you, she is your living image. But,” he hesitated, “if you believe she is real, I believe you.”
    We sustained a long conversation about where I could find my sister. Finally, in a low voice, he told me not to worry, because we would be assigned to search for her.
    I ended that day exhausted for all the accumulated tension from the previous days and I fell asleep without even thinking about it.
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    I woke up startled and with tears in my eyes before the impotence of not being able to save my mother even if it were in a dream. I shook the sheets that hugged my skin and ran to the wall to put the light on. And there were the pair of them looking worriedly at me.
    “Are you alright?” Eric asked me. I hugged him without even thinking about it, I kept crying for a long time until I found calm in his arms. He took me to a small living room and sat me on a small armchair, beside him, in a way that I ended up very close to him. Stunned, I looked straight at him and vaguely heard some words in my mind. I got such a fright that I fell off the armchair. He picked me up between laughs and he told me that it had been him; he had the power of telepathy and wanted to share it with me. I started to laugh when I remembered about Professor Rutherford and I looked to him with an expression of urgency on my face. Without asking anything he told