Samantha felt him shift over and let herself relax into him. She listened as he spoke.  She wasn't really hearing what he said, mainly she was enjoying the sound of his voice.  She didn't realize how tired she really was.  That life giving spell had taken a lot out of her. She understood him about fighting, and hoped that he would never have to fight by her side; she didn't want anything happening to him. She put her head on his should and closed her eyes, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.  She slipped into a fragmented memory of past.<br/><br/>"She's a jack of all trades.  We cannot have her here." "Henry, she will learn to control it. I swear. It's just because she's so new still." "No, the magic inside of her is far stronger than I have ever seen. I will not be able to control her. I am telling the Elders, and when she reaches maturity, her first heat, she will be forced to leave." "Can't we just send her somewhere to learn to control it?"<br/><br/>Samantha twitched in her light slumber, the sound of the argument rushing back to her. She had been 6 at the time, and had shown a friend how to read minds.  Her friend ended up dying because she had lost control.  She had stayed up listening to the conversation, but in the end had ultimately pushed it out of her mind. She never spoke of the incident, and she forced it out of her mind.  Only fractured memories were all that was left of that time. She mumbled in her sleep.