Finding out that I'm the older brother to two future queens of very powerful bloodlines, in a completely fictional world that I watched on a tv screen was not what I expected for my life.
Wait...that means I'm King since I'm older. Even though I do...
You ever have that feeling that something is going to happen. Well, I've been feeling it since last week, and today... just feels off.
I don't know what's going to happen but I just can feel it. Like, like, I'm going to die. I know it's weird, but my gut is telling me I'm going to die today.
So for the entire day I used my last few moments with my parents and grandparents. We played board games, went to the beach, went out for lunch and dinner, even was able to sneak a viewing of Avatar: The Way of Water with them too. We had a blast for the entire day.
I almost forgot about the bad feeling from this morning until I felt my stomach drop. I had already left my parent's house after we'd dropped off my grandparents at their home. I was doing 55 in a 50 mph lane. Sue me. I was doing the right thing. The drunk driver, not so much.
He swerved into my lane, smacking me head on. My world immediately went black. I had died on impact. The force of the crash caused me to be decapitated, killing me instantly. I felt no pain strangely. Almost like I was being hugged, weird.
I thought I would be in darkness forever, but soon found myself back at my crash site. Watching them try to get my mangled body out of the debris. The driver had survived, which badly pissed me off. Like, really?! Why do they always live and we, the sober drivers and civilians, die?
In my moment of anger I heard the worst thing, my mother's heartbreaking wails along with my grandmother's. How did they get here so fast?
Looking up, I seen the helicopters. Getting a better look around, I seen the news crew were everywhere. Apparently, the drunk driver was in a high speed chase, and they'd lost him until he struck me. Just great.
"MY BABY!! NO PLEASE!! NOT MY BABY BOY!" My mother screamed out.
"Mom..."
My voiced cracked. It was nothing I could do to help her. I was gone. I would never feel her hugs anymore. Or catch my dad sneaking donuts after 11 PM anymore.
"I'll miss you Mom and Dad. Gran, Gram, and Papa. I'll miss you all forever."
I cried out to them, even though they couldn't hear me.
"I know this is hard. But it's time for you to come with me now."
A soft voice comes from behind me.
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I turned around unashamed of my state. I just died and I'm grieving, to hell with appearances. What I didn't expect to see was the most powerful witch from one of my favorite shows in front of me, Qetsiyah. The first witch to create the Immortality Spell, the Cure for immortality, and the supernatural purgatory known as The Other Side, for her descendants and supernaturals who've died.
"You gotta be shitting me."
Having read multiple fanfics, because sometimes the shows just don't get it right. I already could see where this was going for me.
