Isis's Hope

CHATER 1: Return to the start.

ISIS POV:

Wow! I cannot believe this! Here I am on a bus to nowhere, South Carolina (not the real name of this town) but it is the perfect description. All because of a simple letter. Now here I stand in a small town in the middle of nowhere, and all I know is that I received a letter 3 days before my college graduation from a law firm saying that my birth family had left me an inheritance that I was only to receive upon graduating college, which I seemed to have done before my expected time. That's no surprise to most people that know me. I have always excelled in most of my, if not all my academic achievements. So here I am standing in a bus station in a small-town call Bright Moon, South Carolina waiting for a lawyer by the name of Samson. David Samson to be exact. As I'm standing outside the bus depot, I hear someone calling my name. I turned and saw this man that was as tall as a giant. He was very muscular and his skin tone was that of chocolate cinnamon. His features look like something made straight from the Gods. As he approaches, he begins to speak.

Mr. Samson: Hi, are you Isis Morrison?

Isis: Yes, I am. And you must be Mr. Samson.

Mr. Samson: Yes, that's me. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person. Is this all your things?

I nod my head to answer, and he bends and picks up my lonely suitcase. He turns and walks toward a Maybach, and pops the trunk and places my bag in it. Afterwards, he opens the back door so I can get in. As I climb in, he shuts the door, but not before another man walks up and begins to speak to him. He closes the door after greeting the man, and they continued to talk. I didn't hear what was said, but I could tell that it was not a friendly conversation. The other man was a little older than Mr. Samson, by maybe a few years, but he still had a youth about him that made him more attractive than you would expect from a man of his maturity. Their conversation lasted about five or 10 minutes before Mr. Samson returned and entered the car. I could tell that whatever was said did not sit well with him. He only speaks just enough to tell me that he was sorry for the interruption and that he would be taking me straight to the law firm instead of a hotel. I acknowledged his comment and continued to people watch while we drove. Lost in my own thoughts, I didn't even realize that we had pulled up to the law firm until Mr. Samson was opening my door. I get out the car, taking in my surroundings. I am in awe of how this place looks like a completely different place. It was like looking, or should I say living in a scene from a hallmark movie. Little ma and pa stores everywhere, and not a building more than two to three stories high. It was the epitome of a small-town Pleasantville. We walked up to what was believed to be a townhouse, with a small sign that read Arthur and Samson, Attorneys at Law. Once inside, Mr. Samson escorts me to an office where two other people greet us. I am introduced to each one. The first gentlemen is Mr. Arthur, the co-founder of this law firm. He's an older man with salt and pepper hair. He looked to be in his mid to late 30's, but to my amazement he is actually in his mid-fifties. He was about 6 feet even, well built for an older gentleman, and very handsome, with what I can only describe as an Adonis look to himself. The second gentleman was Mr. Blackwell. He was younger than both of the other men, but much taller. Standing at about 6′8 (yeah that what I said). He was so tall I had to look up at him, even when he was sitting. He was very handsome with his hazel brown eyes, caramel color complexion and muscular build. He has short black hair and a goatee that makes any woman want to just rub her hands through it. After all of the introductions and friendly greetings, I sat down, and we began our meeting.

Mr. Arthur: Isis, my child it is a pleasure to finally meet you. I do hate that it is under these circumstances. I know you have a lot of questions, but if you can be a little more patient with me, I will try to explain everything to you as well as Mr. Blackwell.

I nod for him to continue. And so does Mr. Blackwell.

Mr. Arthurs: Well, as I said in the letter that my associate sent you, your family, namely your parents, supported you in the event of their death. But for you to understand absolutely everything, I must tell you a story. Some of this may be hard for you to understand, so I will try to explain it to the best of my ability. First off, your mother and father were very well-off people, very prominent in our world. Your mother, for the most part, was considered royalty. Your father on the other hand was a philanthropist and a business mogul. When they got together most people wouldn’t think twice about it. But for them it wasn’t that simple.

Mr. Blackwell: Wait.... Are you saying that her parents are......?

Mr. Arthurs: Yes, I am.

Mr. Samson: But that would mean that she's the......

Mr. Arthur: Yes, it does. Now if you two will stop interrupting and allow me to explain, so not only can we all understand but so can Ms. Morrison. Plus, I think that you are going to want to get the Alpha on the phone for this.

He says all this while looking at Mr. Blackwell. But I am stuck on the word ALPHA. What have I gotten myself into? Is this some kind of cult my birth family was into?!? I have spent my entire life as an orphan, not know anything about my family. Always feeling unwanted and abandoned. Now I'm sitting here listening to three strangers talking about my family with an air of secrecy around them.

Isis: Okay, wait a minute! Please tell me my parents were not in a cult or something. Cause if so, I would rather not be involved in anything to do with them, and that and I'm willing to give up my claim on the inheritance and just go my own way.

Mr. Arthur: Ha, Ha, Ha you are funny.

Mr. Arthur laughs as he says this, but as he looks at me, he realizes I am serious and stops laughing and got back to the matter at hand.

Mr. Arthur: Oh wow, you're serious! Look Isis, your parents were not in a cult but the world you know is not all that there is to it. O.K., this is going to be harder than I thought. (Sighs) Alright, let me try this again. You know the world to be black and white, humans, animals, and things of that nature. But what you don't know is that the stories of supernatural beings are not just fairy tales you read in books. Things like Fairies, elves, witches, werewolves, vampires, and a multitude of diverse types of shifters as well as merfolk’s, Angels, demons, and Gods are real as well.

Now I am sitting here looking at these three gentlemen with a look of bewilderment and confusion, trying to figure out if these men are for real. I go to open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. The shock of hearing them speak like this was nothing had me stumped. I soon regained my composure to be able to formulate a sentence.

Isis: Wow! O.K., stop. Look, I may be a little gullible and naive for coming all the way out here with no idea what I was getting myself into, but please let’s not treat me like I'm stupid or something. I'm 20 years old with a PHD in Medicine and Law. I also passed my MCAP’s and the Bar exams in all the United States, which means, I can practice medicine and law anywhere in the United States. So, let’s not talk to me like I'm a child looking for my Prince Charming and happily ever after.

I stand to leave because this is all too much for me. And the fact that they brought me here to play with my mind with all this bullshit about supernatural beings and a world of craziness was more than I could take. But as I turn to walk out the door, I hear a growl coming from Mr. Blackwell. I turn to see him standing and shaking. Mr. Arthur stands and moves in front of me, blocking me as he speaks to him.

Mr. Arthur: Jason, calm down. She doesn’t understand.

Mr. Blackwell: She...seems to think ......that she can...... disrespect......our.... kind.... And not....... suffer the consequences.

Mr. Arthur: She isn’t trying to be disrespectful, she just doesn’t know the truth of her origins. And you must be patient and allow me to explain. Now look little girl.... (He turns and speaks to me) I understand this is all a lot to take in, but you need to understand. You need to sit your ass down and listen. Not everyone here is going to understand and take that kind of disrespect from you.

I was taken aback by his statement. Me??? Being disrespectful?!? WOOW! I cannot believe he feels like I'm being disrespectful when they are sitting here expecting me to believe that there is a whole other world entangled with the human world. Am I supposed to believe that there are supernatural creatures like vampires’, werewolves’ fairies, dragons, and etc. in the world? I look up at Mr. Arthur, taking in his demeanor and seeing that he wasn’t joking or trying to play with my intelligence. I nod my head to confirm that I understand. He then turns back to Mr. Blackwell and asks him to take a seat and to get the alpha on the phone. Mr. Blackwell retrieves his phone from his pocket and begins to dial a number. He places it on speaker phone, and it rings about three, maybe four times before someone picks up.

Unknow person: Hello, Jason what’s going on?

Mr. Blackwell: Well, Charlie is here with the young lady and asked me to get you on the phone because this isn’t just some case of an inheritance, but more on the lines of a legacy forgotten.

Unknow Person: A forgotten legacy???? Really? O.K., I'm listening.

Mr. Arthur: (Continues to talk) Thank you for your time, Alpha. I was trying to explain to Ms. Morrison about our world and her parents’ lineage. And it got out of hand because she didn’t take it quite well, and Jason here got a little offended by her response.

Alpha: I can understand that, but Jason, you need to control your temper and be a little more understanding to how she feels. This has to be a lot for her, especially if this is all new to her.

Mr. Arthur: Yes, I agree Alpha. I also explained to Ms. Morrison how her response could be taken out of context.

Alpha: That is also understandable, but we must be more understanding with her.

Isis: Hold on... At the risk of me being accused of being disrespectful, could you all stop talking about me like I'm not even in the room?!?

Mr. Arthur: I apologize for that, but I must continue. As I was saying, your world is not as black and white as you thought. Your parents were both born into this world of supernaturals. Your father was Damien Whitman, and your mother was Stacy Admen of the Royal Family of Ashland Falls.

Alpha: Wait..... Are you saying she's related to my former gamma Kelvin Admen?

Mr. Arthur: Yes, she is. She is his great niece. So, as I was saying, I just gave you, Ms. Morrison, the one thing I needed you to understand. Your parents never gave you up because they wanted to, and your family didn’t abandon you because they didn’t want you. You were placed in that orphanage in the human world for your protection. Your family was in the middle of a war, and your life was an immense value during this time. There is so much I want to explain, but this is going to take a little more time. So, for now, I'm going to explain your inheritance, and then get up with you and the Alpha so we can explain it all to you at a later date.