#*samantha

"It's an old pain. It's never been healed. [...] I can see it, plain as day. It was a sister. You lost her, a sister, quite young. Someone took her away."

“Is this where you tell me ‘all magic comes with a price’ because I’ve watched enough Once Upon a Time to know that’s bullsh-crap.” she replied to her mother, but with a charming smile that could rival her father. “Besides, it’s entertaining kids.It beats making cappuccinos with pink dye and calling it ‘unicorn’. I just wear sparkles and use small words. It’s like school!” But she knew that her mother had a good point, and that she should be careful. Just because she could do these things doesn’t mean she should. 

I have lived with a fragile faith built on the ether of vague memories from an experience that I can neither prove nor explain. When I was twelve, my sister was taken from me, taken from our home by a force that I came to believe was extraterrestrial. This belief sustained me, fueling a quest for truths that were as elusive as the memory itself. To believe as passionately as I did was not without sacrifice, but I always accepted the risks; to my career, my reputation, my relationships, to life itself...