Mother of Monsters (Camp NaNoWriMo 2015)

Chapter II

I was stupefied. How am I supposed to react? If there is one thing Stragonians emphasized was the maintenance of balance on Earth. The reason why they left their home world was because everything got out of balance. Now we spent a few years here on Earth, and we hope everything would be safe, but most importantly balanced.

"Wait a minute." Elios interrupted. "How is Raella going to spin the world out of control? Did your vision say that much?"

Milea paused. "All I saw was a city on fire, a fight between two people and while that fight got more intense, the ground started to split. Then the vision ended with Raella holding a child with scales and a forked tongue."

Just hearing about the vision sent chills up my spine. Why did she get this vision now? "Well how do I stop it? There has to be a way to stop it." I sounded like I was about to go insane

Milea shook her head. "There's no way you can stop fate. It's called fate for a reason."

Elios pounded the stand, drawing attention to us. I instantly looked away from the street. Elios apologized quietly before turning back to us and reentering the conversation. "If anyone can change their fate, it's Raella. The girl came back from the dead. We both know how amazing that is, since not everyone comes back 100% after they die."

Elios is right. People who tried necromancy before can only bring back an empty shell of a person, who needs to be tended to every hour of everyday. They have no soul, staring at them would be like staring at a plant. My dad was the only person in all of history to bring back someone with both their body and their soul

Milea looked at me. She had a pained look on her face that I couldnt stand seeing. I looked away from her and found myself staring at Elios. "I don't know. I have a very strong bond with fate. It never lies to me." Milea explains.

"Milea, you stupid bitch. You're talking about fate as if it were a person. Well if fate was a person, then they can make mistakes and be wrong. Me and Raella are going to prove it to you. Just watch." Once again, Elios's loud voice was dragging attention to the stand.

"How are you going to do that? You weren't the one who saw the vision. Besides, I think I would know when something is a sure thing." Milea retorted.

"I'll find a way." I spoke up. "I bet if I look into my dad's books or ask around, I can find some way to beat fate." My voice has never sounded more determined.

I got up and ran for my house. When I got there it was empty. My father left for some reason. I walked over to his corner to see if there was any book that might help me. The only thing useful was some old potion book. I quickly scanned it until I saw something with the words "fate" or "destiny."

Of course in the end that was useless too. There was no potion that could help at least alter my fate. I set the book back where it was and hope my father wouldn't notice I touched his stuff.

I stood back up and tidied up the area. I find it hard to believe my dad could be such a slob. "You're back early. Was Milea sick?" My dad asks from behind me.

I shake my head. "She's fine. But she just had a vision so she's tired."

My dad nodded." I see. So do you want to help me pick wild herbs?"

"Of course." If I was going to change my fate, no doubt was I going to need help from potions to do it. Now might be the perfect time to get what I need.

We both walk out of the house and towards the wilderness. Even walking for a few minutes, you can always see the wall that separates us from the humans. According to the stories told, when Stragonians first arrived on Earth, they lived in harmony with the humans. Then after a few decades, when the humans realized we are different from them tensions grew. In order to smooth things out, our queen and their kings worked out a deal, we were to live contained in our walls and they will live away from us. Only a select few will be able to interact with each other. I don't know how the humans are now, but Milea's dad says we shouldn't get too involved with them.