chapter 2

"ahhhh!!!" A shrill cry came from behind the door, just before it flung open. A lanky red visage came barreling out of the manor, directly at young samantha. However the collision one would expect never happened. The shadow instead slowed and embraced samantha, like a mother reuniting with her lost child.

"I missed you sooo muchhhhhh" The woman who embraced samantha cried, a dumb smile of joy and glee plastered on her face. She stood at almost 6'8, and had to lean down heavily to hug samantha. "yes yes... I missed you too, Ymir." Samantha said, her voice soft. A smile similar to the tall ymir's was sitting on her face, her saphires glowing with delight. "Can you please lighten up though? I can't breath...!" Samantha barked, her face growing purple from the lack of air.

"EEK!" Ymir shrieked once again, quickly letting go of the small girl. "Shit im sorry, I really need to work on controlling my strength." She scratched the back of her head, standing up to her full height. She brushed a strand of dark red hair out of the way of amethyst eyes only for it to get caught on the long onyx horns growing from her temples. "These damn things." Ymir clicked her tongue.

Deciding to retreat from the losing battle with her hair, Ymir looked down to samantha. She marveled at how much she'd grown in the last few years. Standing 5'4 with her black hair, saphire eyes, and soft lips, she'd truly grown into a fine woman since Ymir had last seen her. Her skin was of a pale white, but not in an unnatural way, instead it seemed merely excentuate her stunning eyes.

"You truly do look like your father..." Ymir said, her voice taking on a somber tone. Grief filled young Samantha's eyes as she was reminded of her late parents. "Thank you... It means a lot." A genuine smile blossomned on her face, a rare sight for someone in her profession.

"Now now, lets get you inside. It's too cold out her." Ymir said with haste, despite the at most chilly weather outside. Samantha chuckled. She always found it funny when ymir, or any dragon for that matter, showed their hatred the cold.

As the duo stepped inside and the door closed it was as if a barrier of sound had shattered. With the click of the door, screams of terror, pain, despair, resounded through the hall. Inside, aside from the screams it seemed to be a normal manor. There were many rooms, some larger some smaller, but the screaming was ever present. 

"I never will get used to that..." Samantha frowned. "You learn to live with it." Ymir said as if it was nothing. "I get that you're an interrorgator for the guard, but do you have to do it in your home?" Samantha asked, clearly put off by the screaming and no less so the smile on ymir's face.

"Well of course! Such an interesting profession should be shared with all of my guests!" Ymir smiled genuinely. "Well could you put up a barrier? Its getting on my nerves..." Samantha requested. 

"Sure." Ymir nodded, and waved her hand. Sparks of bright white light appeared around her hand. "Silence." She said with something dark within her voice, her tone unsettling. In an instant all sounds around the two ceased.

"That's better, thanks." Samantha nodded to ymir. The two walked to a larger room with 2 sofas and a table. As they sat down opposite eachother, Ymir reached into the air and grabbed it with her hand. As if by a divine miracle a small plate with two cups of steaming tea appeared in her hands. 

"Man... I wanna learn spatial magic... no fair." Samantha pouted, puffing out her cheeks like a child. "It's not that hard y'know... You just need a simple understanding of gravity." Ymir said with a light smile. Setting down the cups of tea on the table, Ymir handed one to samantha before taking a sip of her own.

Suddenly, a serious and calm look appeared on Ymir's face. It was a stark contrast from her previous loving and joy filled expression. "Now... Why are you back in the capital." She said, a deadly tone in her words.

Samantha sighed, she knew Ymir would catch on. "I... I felt as if I needed to return. Like something was calling me here." a complex expression overtook her visage as she tried to find the words to describe the feeling.

"Like something, that you couldnt see or hear, was guiding you?" Ymir asked. Startled from her words, Samantha nodded quietly. "Look, I would get it if you felt that returning could bring you some kind of closure, but a disembodied feeling? Ridiculous." The horned woman shook her head. "You know how dangerous it is for you here. I can only describe it as supremely stupid to return for something like that." She said without remorse, uncaring for the harshness in her words.

That's simply how Ymir was. She was harsh, she'd tell you the truth, and she'd scold you without remorse. Samantha once thought that it was a redeeming quality, however her opinion had changed now that she was on the recieving end of Ymir's brutal words. Ymir had never spoken to her like that before. Not even when Samantha had almost killed her.

Samantha stayed quiet. Unlike what Ymir however, she wasn't regretting her decision, or hurt by her words. The only reason she was quiet, was because it took all of her effort to not just kill Ymir. It wouldn't take much effort, a simple wave of the hand at most. But that was exactly why she had to resist. If she let herself indulge in her anger, she would be no better than the one who had taken her family. Of course, that was not to say that she wouldn't react.

"I mean, why did you think that was a good idea hm? He knows you're her-" "Shut up" Samantha glared at Ymir. The look in her eyes completely different from before. It was the look one would give an insect before swatting it. The air itself seemed to go quiet, as if in fear of what would come.

Even with samantha's calm tone, and relaxed posture, Ymir suddenly felt as if she was a child in front of a beast. Cold sweat coated her neck. She'd forgotten. She had forgotten that she was not talking to a simple girl. 

No, she was talking to a God. The last of her kind. The only survivor of the rebellion.