The Umbra World

Mum

Clara couldn't help but wonder what his brother has turned into. "What had happen to him these past five years? Well, we surely have a long discussion ahead" she said calming her nerves.

" Stop stop,who told y'all to attack?" Muhammed shouted and every of his lackey's looked I'm surprise. Few minutes ago he had instructed them to attack and now he was acting like he didn't.

Then Muhammed walked towards Drake and with his eyes glowing golden proved he was a werewolf.

"I know you're a werewolf...you just shouldn't have sent your Lackeys to attack me.. and she is my sister, Drake said the next words whispering and I don't want her to know anything about who I have become."

The werewolf understood the plight of Drake and as a Downworlder also he had to respect the Umbra's hunter and likewise.

"Clear the place" Muhammed ordered and gave his jacket to Clara to cover herself up. Clara reluctantly took the jacket and couldn't understand why and how the misunderstanding got cleared in a blink of an eye. 'Do they know each other?"

Many guests were terrified that some had spprinted out earlier.

Muhammed waved his hands for his men to open up a path for Drake and her sister to exit the place. And just like that Drake and Clara,her sister left the hotel bar in a tow under the watchful gazes of about ten men.

Moments later, Clara hailed a taxi, herself and Drake entered and Clara gave the taxi driver the address.

"I suppose you went to Wayland's mansion" Clara broke the silence after about three minutes in the taxi.

"And what is it you called yourself? Umbra what?"

" You looked utterly different....I know it's been long but you-...."

"Uhmmmm .....yea I went there and was told it's been sold..and I just called myself that to scare the lackeys you know, he sighed and continued...... And a lot has changed me my beloved sister, over the years. We got attacked by -...." Drake paused not wanting to tell her sister about the Ravener demon,he was however going to lie.

"Attacked by what?" Clara inquired. And "where is Dad"? She asked

"Five years ago with Dad on his boat,we got attacked by some unknown Mafia's. They killed Dad and almost killed me,I got shipwrecked and stranded on a remote state where I was imprisoned for being an illegitimate immigrant, I have been there for these past five years".

"Something what?...and we have a grave of you and dad at the cemetery, I waited for you to return,I was just thirteen years old..I waited for Dad too, and if you're wondering why I'm working in such place..." She kept her head low,rubbed her palms while biting down on her lips.

After collecting herself,she continued "I was left alone with no one to run to and no one to help. Mr Otumba took hold of all of Dads property and I had nothing left and I had to survive. Mum was taken away by some people I don't know. I did menial jobs and then "that" you saw me doing. It's how I have survived alone." As she explained tears streamed down her face.

Her sob intensified when she recalled all this events. She opened her bag and brought out some pills which she took to calm herself down. It was a drug that gave her euphoria. She had gotten addicted to it since she was left alone.

At that moment the taxi driver couldn't help but sigh.. and that distracted Drake,not giving him a chance to assimilate what Clara had said about their 'mum' being taken away.

When they arrived at Clara's abode, the taxi driver refused to accept the fare instead, he smiled at Clara. "Don't worry too much,your big brother is back and things will start getting well,okay?"

With that the taxi driver drove off.

Watching the taxi leave, Drake was relieved to know that there were still kind-hearted folks in the world afterall.

Clara hugged her arms around herself. Despite the fading heat of the day, she felt cold. "This is where I live" she pointed at the caravan right in front of them, It was the only thing called house in the alley, a semi house over say. Besides there were plastic trash cans propped in a neat row beside stacks of folded newspapers and a plastic tub of empty soda bottles. At least Clara had grown up to be a responsible recycler.

And now they were inside, seeing how decrepit the caravan Clara called a house was, Drake was pained beyond imaginations and belief. He glanced around the large caravan and saw a bed at the extreme. It was a simple design really.

He finally caught sight of the alter Clara had created for "mum" to atleast pray to her and remember her. It was also part of their rituals.

"What did you say about mum? You said something like some persons took her away?"

Hastily Clara threw herself down on the couch and tried to look as if she were immersed in one of the paperbacks her mother had left stacked on the end table. Their mother recognized reading as a sacred pastime and usually wouldn’t interrupt Clara in the middle.

"Who took her away?!!"" Drake shouted loudly and in anger as it dawned on him what Clara had said earlier on about some persons taking their mum away.

"I don't........don' don't know them......." Clara replied with cry's between her voice.

Goddamn it!,Drake clenched his fist tightly exasperatingly and his eyes glowed with a murderous intent towards anybody responsible.

"Clara fucking think..........who took her? Can't you remember anything about who and that day?" Drake shouted at Clara scratching his black blonde hair and tears wounding down his cheeks.

Clara got frightened watching Drake display the anger he was feeling,he vehemently strucked the table by the left and it turned into two pieces. While trying to catch her breathes as she staggered down backward.

"Say something!!!! Baby sister..... anything at all can help us track them and retrieve mum that is if she is still alive!...." Drake's anger got infuriated the more. He sure had temper issues.

"Ye.....yes... I remember they wore completely blacks coats with a symbol on their back..." Clara stammered the words out. Their head wore a black hood,he was wrinkled and old.

"Do you vividly remember the symbol?...."

" Not exactly......I think it looked like a set of overlapping circles......with a cross shape in-between.

"You mean like this? " Drake picked up his stele and drew a rune on the walls of the caravan, exactly the same symbol Clara was trying to vividly explain with words. Drake knew them,they were the Dragon warlocks, Shinigami had thought him about them. They're definitely the first step in finding out who sent the Ravener demon too.

"Yes .....That's it" Clara replied simultaneously.

"But wait how do you know about it?,are you familiar with it? Could this be a clue to finding mum?"