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peace and harmony of the forest
as an anchor.  Here in the city, I was in danger of being swept up by the
hundreds of humans that had been in range of my magic.  Humans that were
not at peace with themselves.
    I needed to find a new anchor, one that would protect me
from the turbulence of spirit when I reached out to my limits in this
place.  I had no idea how to do that, and being turned into a vampire, and
surrounded by this evil coven, I’d never felt more alone.  The only reason
I could even spread my power through the house is the vampires own air magic
kept me somewhat separated from their chaotic natures.
    James patted my hand in a mocking fatherly gesture as he
stood up. 
    “You can move again, but don’t leave the room until after
you’ve fed,” he said as he walked out, shutting the door behind him.
    I stood up and went for my sword.  I moved faster than
I’d expected, but managed not to trip over my own feet.  I held it in my
hands, sheathed, and I sighed.  He’d left it with me to make me feel
impotent, to take away any doubts that I was in his power.  I was stuck,
and I had no idea how to get out, and even my own power of spirit had betrayed
me, I couldn’t reach out around me for comfort.
    I was alone.
    A hot rage swept over me, and the memories of that day two
years ago rushed up again, this time I let the tide take me…
     

Chapter
7
    Two Years Ago…
    My scream died and the silence echoed loudly as I stared in
disbelief at my father’s soul.  An animalistic cry of denial and grief
left my mother, who rushed forward and pulled his body out of the water.
    I just stood there staring at my father, and he looked back
at me sadly, and then we both watched my mother desperately try to bring him
back.  She must have known the truth, she was the one who taught me, his
spirit had left the flesh, it was too late.
    But she emptied his lungs of water, and started CPR
anyway.  And I watched as my mother fell apart.  Life and death was
natural, but that didn’t matter when it came to family.  Right now, we
were just my father’s wife and daughter, trying to understand how something
like this could happen.
    I walked over sadly and touched her shoulder, “Mom, he’s
gone.  We need to say goodbye.”
    My mother was only four hundred, and looked about
twenty-eight.  They should have had another thousand years together, at
least.  I wondered if she could find him again on his next turn of the
wheel, was that done?  They were soul mates, so why not?  But I
wasn’t going to ask that, maybe once per lifetime was all they could have.
    Mom started to sob.
    The next few hours were painful, as I watched my mother fall
apart.  She refused to look at dad’s spirit, and I wasn’t going to be the
one to release his memories and help him move on.  At least, not until mom
had said goodbye.
    We were spirit sorceresses, but we were also a family. 
The sense of detachment from mortal life so that we could focus on the bigger
picture, the spirit and souls, meant nothing here.  I just waited and was
there for her if she needed me, what else could I do?  I needed her too, I’d
just lost my father.
    Finally, my mother stopped crying and got up, her face was
ashen and drawn as she walked back to the cabin.  We followed her, my
father’s spirit and I, to the dojo.  She sat in a meditation pose and
stared at the wall, her eyes unseeing, her spirit magic turbulent and all over
the place.
    I waited.
    I cooked dinner, and tried to get her to eat.  I got a
little scared when she didn’t even acknowledge me.  I was in pain too, I
needed my mother.  My heart ached with sadness and worry, I needed
guidance.  I stayed up as long as I could, but eventually I fell asleep,
scared, in tears, and unsure of what was happening, what my mother’s withdrawal
meant.
    I found out, when I woke up several hours later, my neck
sore from sleeping in the dojo, and my eyes burned.  My back hurt too, I’d
fallen asleep in my