All Chapters of Louisa Unchained: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

　　Louisa's POV　　That was the first time I had ever seen Aegir Sea in my life.　　I had heard it a thousand times in Uma's bedtime stories and I had dreamed about it a million times in my mind.　　It was the place where giant ocean monsters emerged from the surface and waved their huge tentacles to drag poor fishermen's boats into the darkness of the deep sea in volatile waves.　　But on that day, the sea was quiet and gloomy. Having been stuck in the woods for days, I was relieved to see an open area with endless stretches of water for a change.　　Above our heads, layers of thick dark clouds were gathering. Underneath the sky of roaring waves, the sea was calm, pulsing rhythmically and breathing with cadence.　　I wished I could have more time to enjoy the magnificent view, but I couldn't.　　The spartina plants were dancing from side to side in the gentle breeze.　　Uma said, this wheat-like plant is the only one that can survive in the estuary area because the water contains too much sal

　　Louisa's POV　　The inside of the salamander's rock cave was dark and humid.　　Darren set up fire at the entrance of the cave, because of the smoke rising from damp firewood.　　"I can't believe that you've taken them back to where we live. You're so stupid," I heard the voice of the black salamander.　　The brown salamander explained, "They need a place to hide from the rain. They don't like water."　　"Can I eat that rat?" she asked.　　Her brother replied patiently, "He's a weasel, and no, you can't eat him. He's supposed to eat us. Not the other way around. He can't eat us because we're too big for him. We can't eat him because he's the girl's friend. Leave him alone."　　"I might want to eat that girl. She's tiny. But she's still meat."　　"She's my friend. You're impossible."　　"Come on, you know she'll eventually get herself killed. What kind of people in their right mind would chase a weasel into a salt marsh and get trapped? You've made too many two-legged friends. HUmans, vampire

　　Louisa's POV　　"What do you mean, Darren?" I was still in the clouds.　　"I guess we can let the ghost explain it to us," Darren said.　　Then, he suddenly moved towards a huge rock and disappeared behind it.　　Then, I heard a man screeching behind the rock.　　"Ahhhhh!"　　It wasn't Darren's voice.　　"Please don't kill me! Please!" the voice exclaimed.　　Then, Darren reappeared again, holding a white ghost in his hands.　　"That's the ghost!" the salamanders cried out together.　　I took up a firing wooden stick and moved it closer to the ghost.　　I saw a man, who was about my height, covered underneath a ragged white sheet.　　"You're not a ghost! You're a..." I said and pulled off the sheet bluntly.　　Then I saw him.　　A skinny boy with a round face as pale as a piece of paper.　　"Ahhh! Take that torch away from me!" he yelled.　　I saw the skin on his porcelain face melting like wax because of the light of the torch.　　I moved the torch away.　　The wounds on his face immediately healed.

　　Louisa's POV　　I stretched out my hand and held Vincent's hands.　　I couldn't believe I was holding a vampire's hands.　　They were as cold as the ice on the tundra.　　"Vincent, I was in your cave this morning. When I saw that beautiful furniture and wall decoration, I thought to myself, the person who used to live here must have been really rich and enjoyed his life. But as far as I'm concerned, possessions don't make a happy family. People make it. It takes years of heavy labor of love. I don't know exactly what happened to you and your son, but I know that you must have tried very hard..."　　Vincent wailed.　　He shook his head and said, "No. I'm not a good father..."　　Will yelled at his father, "No, you aren't! You're not even a hUman being! You've changed me into a vampire and you didn't even ask me if I wanted to be changed into one! You just want me to be one of your possessions, being stuck with you for a thousand years! You don't need a s

　　Louisa's POV　　After we went back to the cottage, Darren set up a fire immediately and started to prepare for cooking.　　I took out my potion and tried to attend to the wound on Mr. Salamander's tongue, but his sister stopped me.　　"You don't need to worry about him. He'll grow it back by himself. A crocodile used to bite my tail off, but I grow it back. Now it's as good as new," She said and displayed her tail to me, "You can touch it."　　I touched it politely. It was slimy and smooth.　　I looked up worriedly at Mr. Salamander.　　"Don't worry. It will only take a few days before he can talk back at me," Ms. Salamander said.　　Mr. Salamander rolled his eyes and submerged himself in the stream.　　He looked pretty happy to be surrounded by water.　　Ms. Salamander got into the stream as well, piling up on top of his brother.　　It seemed that Mr. Salamander didn't mind being used by his sister like a rock.　　Vincent looked very gu