"Samuel? What are you...," Kelly began to say only to be stopped by his upheld hand.
"It's okay sweetheart, it's time," Wendy's voice could be heard from the living room. Stepping to the side allowing Samuel entrance.
"So you are my mother?!" Samuel asked skeptical as he eyed the toddler on the sofa.
"Don't you take that tone with me young man. Of course I am!" Samuel didn't know what was stranger the look the toddler had as she grimaced like his mother always did; or the fact it was his mother's voice coming out of a one year old. "Just because I look like this doesn't mean I'm not your mother," Wendy said giving Samuel a look he knew all too well. "Now sit," she said patting the seat beside her, "and let me have a look at my sweet boy."
Tentatively, Samuel lowered himself down onto the couch. Watching Becky/his mother (Scratching his head at that. He knew that was going to get confusing), crawling towards him. Her little finger drawing the same sigil on his hand.
"So just what am I supposed to call you now?" Samuel asked as her hand ran over his.
"To the outside world I am Becky. To you my darling boy I am your mother, or just call me Wendy when in privacy of my home. Now hold me so I can get a proper look at you," Wendy said holding out her arms. Her little feet rested on his legs as she looked into her son's eyes. Those once warm brown eyes were now cobalt blue with flecks of gold in them. "I prayed this day would never come," Wendy said ominously.
"What do you mean?" Samuel asked arching an eyebrow.
"Kelly, fetch the book," Wendy ordered never taking her eyes off of her son.
"Alright," Kelly grumbled. Slightly annoyed that her time with her brother was interrupted. However, her heart lifted knowing that Samuel wasn't freaking out on her or running screaming from their home. Knocking twice magically opening the hidden door at the other end of the living room. There sitting on a lone pedestal in that cramped room filled floor to ceiling with built-in shelves. Gently lifting that ancient tome from its resting place. Seeing her daughter/mother crawling to sit beside Samuel.
"Come, come," Wendy said patting the cushion, "Kelly, open the book to the forbidden text," she commanded.
"Are you sure?" Kelly asked concerned that this wouldn't end well.
"Of course," Wendy nodded, "Samuel needs to know."
"What the hell..."
"Don't use that language!" Wendy said slapping his arm. "I raised you better than that."
"Yes, Mom," Samuel said rolling his eyes, "so...what are you talking about?"
"Open it," Wendy said patting the cover, "Samuel, when you were born, I knew you were different. The moment you cried out I could feel your magic that lay dormant within your tiny body," she said, her hand ran down her arm covering his hand. Releasing a long sigh, she knew how dangerous he could and would be if given the chance; and how the coven would seek to destroy him if they ever found out. "Now... what I'm about to say it must never leave this house," Wendy said, looking to her son and daughter sternly. "There are times in history were people are born touched," she said patting Samuel's hand, as her tiny hand flipped the pages to the forbidden text. "Some say they bear HekatΓͺ's blessing or deem them as dangerous monster's without a care of how or who they use their magic on," Wendy said looking up at her son, "you, Samuel, are as such," she said matter-of-fact.
"What now?" Samuel asked perplexed. He for one didn't feel any different.
"Samuel," Kelly said blushing, squirming in her seat as they both looked at her. "Charlotte and I had discussed this. There is something strange about your...," she stopped. Her face burning bright red as her mother arched an eyebrow.
"Go on dear," Wendy said patting her leg, "I know full well what my sister and you have been doing with my son."
"Your semen taste overcharged. The power I tasted wasn't like anything I ever experienced."
"Does that include dad's?" Samuel asked cruelly.
"Samuel!" Wendy said her head snapped around, "I know your feelings on the matter. I gave them the okay to do such a thing. You have seen the council. Are you saying you would rather one of them defile your sister? Would you allow those old greedy men to lay their hands on her?" Samuel didn't say a word. The anger he saw in those eyes. There was no doubt she was truly indeed his mother. "Answer me Samuel Ross Goodall!" Samuel felt the shiver of fear racing up his spine. It was always the same when his mother was about to berate him.
"No, Mom," he sighed heavily, "I wouldn't want her touched like that. At least not by those people," Samuel said hanging his head.
"Then answer me how would you help your sister when she was blooming into her magic as you are now. How would you help her to live? I hope you know by now of the need we have?" Wendy asked scooting closer to her son. "Baby, I knew the moment you found out about them," she said, placing a hand on his forearm. "A mother always knows. I am sorry you had to find out like that. Yet without anyone her age at the time to help her to survive. Your father was the only one able to help your sister. I always protect my babies, as I always protected you," Wendy said patting her children's hands.
"What do you mean...Mom?" Samuel asked it just felt so weird to him. For two years he hadn't heard the sound of her voice, hadn't felt her presence. Yet now after that long dark time to feel her again, listen to her laughter, her anger, her love. He didn't know what to think, to jump for joy, to yell at his sister for not telling him, shaking his head at that thought. Even if she had Samuel knew he wouldn't have listened.