Darkness The Diary of Samantha Owen by Ariadna Marrero Saavedra Page A

he squeezed my hand in a way that showed comprehension and gave me strength. The doors opened and we were called one by one ; firstly Gabriel then Eric and finally me. My uncertainty was starting to grow as I waited in the hallway for Eric to come out, with Gabriel’s stare on my back. I had not spoken to him since I spoke sharply to him in the tunnel and I had no intention of doing so now. At last the door opened and Eric came out with a cautious expression. He made a silent gesture for me to enter. I started to walk slowly, with heaviness in my body that I could not describe. I felt scared, for not knowing what was going to happen or what they would ask me. I slowly entered into the hall; it was large with pretty dark wooden galleries. At the end there was a platform in which I could see a table with five people calmly discussing. They didn´t know that I had entered.
    “We are not sure that it is her ,” a man in a white dress determined.
    “And if it is, are you going to leave her outside? She knows where we are, even if it isn´t the real Samantha,” said a woman whose face reflected pure wisdom.
    “Furthermore, I think we should hear her story first,” said a man with big eyes, he looked young and was dressed in green.
    Seeing that they hadn´t counted with my presence in the room I cleared my throat to let them know that I was in the room.
    The Council was interrupted and they remained speechless, looking at me, until the man dressed in green jumped towards me enthusiastically with a big smile on his face.
    “You see, I knew it was her ,” he said shouting. “You are the living reflection of your mother,” he exclaimed coming closer to me to inspect me from top to tail. “Oh my dear, such a lapse, my name is Francis, Counsellor Representative of Earth, hence my favorite color, green” he said smiling. “Come my dear, don´t stay there standing, I am going to present you to the rest of the members.”
    He lifted me up and presented me to all of them, each one dressed in a different color depending upon the element they represented.
    “This is Peter Smith, Counsellor Representative of Air” he said signaling a man dressed with a white jacket and a tired reflection on his face. “This is Elias White, Counsellor Representative of Water. He is young for his post, but he is a great man,” he smiled reading my thoughts about the blue jewels that he was wearing. “This lady here,” he said pointing to a woman with a fitted red suit that defined every curve of her body. “She is Angelica Jones, Counsellor Representative of Fire.”
    The woman gave me a friendly smile as Francis continued to present me to the rest.
    “And Miss Fairiel Black, Head of Defense.”
    I smiled again and sat at a big round table beside Francis. Last of all he presented me to Argi. I remember that he told me that his name meant light and he laughed at the irony that he always wore black the same as us. Argi was the Representative of the Moon and at the same time all of the elements, in case that one of the components of the Council was not available. Francis was very funny and joyful; he made me relax little by little. They simply wanted to hear my story, to see if I remembered anything about my infancy or about any son of the night and how the boys had found me a few days ago.
    I told them every detail that I could remember about my early years, without mentioning Eric’s theory, that Anne could be a witch. As I spoke, they all listened carefully to me, however the lady dressed in red, representative of fire, whose name I didn´t remember, looked at me fixedly trying to find something familiar, I thought. She embed every centimeter of my face as though she were about to paint a portrait.
    After telling them of my meeting the boys, whilst omitting some details, I ended and let out a sigh that I didn´t know where it came from. All of them seemed satisfied, after the short yet intense talk about my life.
    We were leaving the room,