A Curse or a Blessing?
“So, Zora,” Glen sat on one of the several couches and faced me. “Do you know why it is you are here?”
“I... I don’t know,” I brought myself to face him and the warm feeling again surfaced in my chest.
“I’ll give ‘ya a hint,” Stella’s voice rang out from the hall and she plopped down next to me. “Tell me your parent and I’ll tell ‘ya mine.” I stayed silent. “No? I’ll go first then.” She ruffled my red hair for the second time that day and her smiled widened somewhat. “Daughter of the Angel of Death, at your service!”
“W-w-what?”
"My mother is Nakitoa, Angel of Death." She tilted her head and smiled again. "I know, Angel of Death, kinda ironic, But she also is represented as Angel of relief, tranquility and peace. She is an angel by determining whom she shall take the pain away from."
I stared at her blankly. So this was what Glen had meant. They were like me, I was like them.
"Your birth parent will have given you a weapon of some sort, like mine," Stella touched the guitar pick on her wrist, which grew steadily in size, becoming a short, black dagger. Silver swirls were embedded in the blade, which seemed to be made from something other than metal. Like it was made from shadows. The hilt of the dagger was circular, fitting in the palm of Stella's hand with the blade poking out between her middle and ring fingers. "It's filled with poison, too. One drop touches you and-" She made a sharp motion across her neck. "Dead."
"How pleasant." My voice dripped with sarcasm. "I'm not sure if its a weapon but..." My voice trailed off and I tugged a long necklace out from underneath my t-shirt. The chain was twirled silver and gold (A/N: like snow and lightning) leading down to a small pendant at the end, a white diamond surrounded by more delicacy molded gold. "I do have this... It's all I ever got from my parents. The day I turned eleven, it sat at my bedside when I woke up. There was a note..." I pulled a slightly aged paper out of my pocket and handed it to Stella, both of us completely disregarding Glen from the conversation.
“But I’ve never met either of them.” I looked up. “My parents I mean. I was raised in a house by my nanny and I’ve lived there until I turned eighteen.”
“I lived with my dad ‘til thirteen. Then I ran away. When parents have a child with one of The Deciders they either become overly protective of the child or abandon them.” She lifted the bangs off of her injured eye. “My father beat me for thirteen years. I left when he took my eye as sick trophy.”
Her father... So she grew up in the streets, I thought. I was right. She is strong.
“I need to tell you something.” I looked away from her, away from both of them and stared at my feet. “I’m not like you.” I started to cry, thick black tears streaming down my face once again. “I’m nothing like you. I’m not strong, not trained. I don’t know anything about my parents except for their names. All that I know is on that scrap of paper. I’m a freak, I don’t belong with you.”
“I’m a freak!” I repeated, my voice reaching maximum potential. I felt small waves of static electricity jolt through my body and into my hair, frizzing it and making the curls sick out sharply in places. “I know nothing of my parents except who they are and what they are. You... You all, have one angelic or demonic parent. Angelic and demonic blood should never be mixed let alone reside in a single person. That is how I am cursed. Cursed by ice and lightning.”
I ran from the two. I ran down the hall to the bedroom Stella had told me was mine and locked the door, falling to my knees in front of it and shedding the black tears into my hands.
“Hiya Zor!” I turned to see the smiling, blue haired girl sitting cross legged on the floor. “I knew you would be here sooner or later!”
I stared at her happy face and felt enraged, but at the same time... Comforted. “H-how did you kn-know?”
She laughed. “So nobody told ‘ya yet? Imma... Well I guess you would call it a psychic but I refer to myself as a profet.” She moved to her knees like I was as I turned completely around. “I know all about you Zora! I already know your.... Situation with your parents. And I want to help you. I wa-as the one that found you after all.” She tilted her head to the side to match her crooked smile.
“I can sense the blood in you. Demon and angel. And the sense of your blood... I should have felt it long before this. It’s stronger than Ella’s or Glen’s when I found them. It’s more... Developed. But its like you came out of nowhere.”
“Hmmm...” I looked at her strangely, Was this girl sane?!
“Don’t worry! I’m not crazy you know,” She sang the words on a little tune as she hopped to her feet, grabing my hands and pulling me up as well. “I’m just hyperactive! Now where’s that necklace of yours?”
I pulled the necklace over my head, it catching in my curly red hair along the way, and placed it in her, now open, hand.
“Hai, hai.” She twirled it around her fingers. “Just as I suspected. You haven’t figured out anything yet!” The necklace was thrown up in the air and she stepped back, watching me curiously, like a toddler trying to figure out their new toy.
Without conscious thought, I lunged forward, grabbing the large pendent of the necklace in my fist. I felt it again, but different. The cold feeling that usually enveloped me now became warm and a crackle of electricity went up my spine, frizzing my hair even more than it usually was.
“Well.” Takazina’s voice sounded surprised. “That did nothing. I’m bored, Sayonara!” She turned and left the room, leaving me staring at her choppy, blue hair whipping out the door.
“Wait... What?” I closed the door behind her and found myself staring at my own reflection.
“So, Zora,” Glen sat on one of the several couches and faced me. “Do you know why it is you are here?”
“I... I don’t know,” I brought myself to face him and the warm feeling again surfaced in my chest.
“I’ll give ‘ya a hint,” Stella’s voice rang out from the hall and she plopped down next to me. “Tell me your parent and I’ll tell ‘ya mine.” I stayed silent. “No? I’ll go first then.” She ruffled my red hair for the second time that day and her smiled widened somewhat. “Daughter of the Angel of Death, at your service!”
“W-w-what?”
"My mother is Nakitoa, Angel of Death." She tilted her head and smiled again. "I know, Angel of Death, kinda ironic, But she also is represented as Angel of relief, tranquility and peace. She is an angel by determining whom she shall take the pain away from."
I stared at her blankly. So this was what Glen had meant. They were like me, I was like them.
"Your birth parent will have given you a weapon of some sort, like mine," Stella touched the guitar pick on her wrist, which grew steadily in size, becoming a short, black dagger. Silver swirls were embedded in the blade, which seemed to be made from something other than metal. Like it was made from shadows. The hilt of the dagger was circular, fitting in the palm of Stella's hand with the blade poking out between her middle and ring fingers. "It's filled with poison, too. One drop touches you and-" She made a sharp motion across her neck. "Dead."
"How pleasant." My voice dripped with sarcasm. "I'm not sure if its a weapon but..." My voice trailed off and I tugged a long necklace out from underneath my t-shirt. The chain was twirled silver and gold (A/N: like snow and lightning) leading down to a small pendant at the end, a white diamond surrounded by more delicacy molded gold. "I do have this... It's all I ever got from my parents. The day I turned eleven, it sat at my bedside when I woke up. There was a note..." I pulled a slightly aged paper out of my pocket and handed it to Stella, both of us completely disregarding Glen from the conversation.
“But I’ve never met either of them.” I looked up. “My parents I mean. I was raised in a house by my nanny and I’ve lived there until I turned eighteen.”
“I lived with my dad ‘til thirteen. Then I ran away. When parents have a child with one of The Deciders they either become overly protective of the child or abandon them.” She lifted the bangs off of her injured eye. “My father beat me for thirteen years. I left when he took my eye as sick trophy.”
Her father... So she grew up in the streets, I thought. I was right. She is strong.
“I need to tell you something.” I looked away from her, away from both of them and stared at my feet. “I’m not like you.” I started to cry, thick black tears streaming down my face once again. “I’m nothing like you. I’m not strong, not trained. I don’t know anything about my parents except for their names. All that I know is on that scrap of paper. I’m a freak, I don’t belong with you.”
“I’m a freak!” I repeated, my voice reaching maximum potential. I felt small waves of static electricity jolt through my body and into my hair, frizzing it and making the curls sick out sharply in places. “I know nothing of my parents except who they are and what they are. You... You all, have one angelic or demonic parent. Angelic and demonic blood should never be mixed let alone reside in a single person. That is how I am cursed. Cursed by ice and lightning.”
I ran from the two. I ran down the hall to the bedroom Stella had told me was mine and locked the door, falling to my knees in front of it and shedding the black tears into my hands.
“Hiya Zor!” I turned to see the smiling, blue haired girl sitting cross legged on the floor. “I knew you would be here sooner or later!”
I stared at her happy face and felt enraged, but at the same time... Comforted. “H-how did you kn-know?”
She laughed. “So nobody told ‘ya yet? Imma... Well I guess you would call it a psychic but I refer to myself as a profet.” She moved to her knees like I was as I turned completely around. “I know all about you Zora! I already know your.... Situation with your parents. And I want to help you. I wa-as the one that found you after all.” She tilted her head to the side to match her crooked smile.
“I can sense the blood in you. Demon and angel. And the sense of your blood... I should have felt it long before this. It’s stronger than Ella’s or Glen’s when I found them. It’s more... Developed. But its like you came out of nowhere.”
“Hmmm...” I looked at her strangely, Was this girl sane?!
“Don’t worry! I’m not crazy you know,” She sang the words on a little tune as she hopped to her feet, grabing my hands and pulling me up as well. “I’m just hyperactive! Now where’s that necklace of yours?”
I pulled the necklace over my head, it catching in my curly red hair along the way, and placed it in her, now open, hand.
“Hai, hai.” She twirled it around her fingers. “Just as I suspected. You haven’t figured out anything yet!” The necklace was thrown up in the air and she stepped back, watching me curiously, like a toddler trying to figure out their new toy.
Without conscious thought, I lunged forward, grabbing the large pendent of the necklace in my fist. I felt it again, but different. The cold feeling that usually enveloped me now became warm and a crackle of electricity went up my spine, frizzing my hair even more than it usually was.
“Well.” Takazina’s voice sounded surprised. “That did nothing. I’m bored, Sayonara!” She turned and left the room, leaving me staring at her choppy, blue hair whipping out the door.
“Wait... What?” I closed the door behind her and found myself staring at my own reflection.
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