Anthony groggily stirred awake, his senses gradually coming to life as the shrill ringing of his alarm clock cut through the early morning stillness. School day. He reached out instinctively, fumbling a bit before managing to silence the persistent alarm. A sense of groggy reluctance settled over him as he sat up and let out a weary yawn. Anthony, groggy and disoriented from sleep, found himself rubbing his eyes, only to notice a flurry of glitter dancing on his fingertips. Confused, he mumbled to himself, "Did Amy put glitter on me again?" As he headed to the bathroom, his sense of grogginess was replaced by bewilderment. When he looked up into the mirror and saw a star in place of his left eye, his breath hitched in his throat. Uncomfortable and uneasy, he instinctively stepped back, uncertain of what this transformation meant.
As the family sat down for breakfast, with conversation flowing and laughter filling the air, Amy suddenly broke the chatter, questioning Anthony's absence. "Hey, where's Anthony?" Almost immediately, a loud scream echoed through the house, originating from the bathroom upstairs. Surprised and taken aback, the family exchanged worried glances before quickly rising from their seats and rushing towards the source of the commotion. The family rushed into the bathroom, their faces displaying a mix of worry and astonishment. As Betty gasped in disbelief, Carter stared at Anthony with awe, exclaiming, "Woah, your eye can shapeshift! That's amazing!" Amy, ever the voice of skepticism, rolled her eyes and quipped, "Carter, you dummy, eyes don't shapeshift." The siblings' bickering quickly ensued as they grappled with their own reactions to the strange transformation.
The mother, sensing the escalating tension, swiftly stepped in to restore order. She approached Anthony, her voice filled with calming warmth. "Everyone, please stop arguing," she implored, her eyes locking onto Anthony's star-adorned eye. The siblings exchanged reluctant glances, the bickering between them momentarily paused. Anthony stood before his mother, feeling the gentle warmth of her hand against his cheek. He looked into her eyes, searching for reassurance. "Mom... what's happening to me?" he inquired, his voice shaking with a mix of worry and confusion. The mother's gaze softened as she met his anxious gaze, sensing his overwhelming concern.
The mother's authoritative yet caring tone cut through the air like a blade, commanding the attention of the entire family. "Alright, everyone," she announced, her voice firm and unwavering. "Kitchen. Table. Now." Her directive left no room for argument as the siblings exchanged puzzled glances, their eyes flitting between each other and their mother. The siblings, intrigued yet slightly on edge, complied with the mother's demand and made their way to the kitchen table. As they settled into their seats, a collective silence fell over the room, each sibling anticipating the mother's next words. The mother, her voice carrying a tone of wisdom and determination, began speaking once more. "As all of you are aware," she acknowledged, her gaze lingering on each of her children in turn, "I recently shared with you the tale of the Cosmic Family and their extraordinary history."
As the mother's words echoed through the room, the siblings hung onto every word, their eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "The child of the Cosmic Family," she continued, her tone now filled with a sense of reverence and gravity, "indeed grew up and passed his extraordinary powers down to his own children. But there was an essential detail that I shared with Anthony, and it is crucial for all of you to know." She paused for a brief moment, her gaze sweeping over each sibling before she added, "It is not simply lineage that determines the inheritance of these powers. It is worthiness. Only those deemed worthy shall inherit the incredible abilities bestowed upon them."
"Now, here's the key," the mother continued, her fingers gently tapping the table for emphasis. "Each person who the Cosmic child deems worthy starts to experience certain cosmic changes. They might find little stars appearing around their bodies, wake up to discover a cosmic creature in their room, or experience strange hallucinations." The atmosphere in the room was immediately punctuated by Rain's interruption, his voice filled with curiosity. "So, Anthony is the chosen one?" As the siblings listened intently, Betty interjected with a skeptical tone. "Why him? He's just a strange guy who simps over his girlfriends!" Her comment hung in the air, mingling with a whiff of jealousy and uncertainty. As the laughter from Amy pierced the tension, Anthony couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and defensiveness. "Hey!" he exclaimed, his voice carrying a hint of defiance. The siblings tittered among themselves, each carrying their own emotions and perceptions about the unfolding revelation.
The room grew still as Anthony's firm denial echoed through the air. "I am NOT a simp!" he protested, his voice tinged with an edge of determination. A palpable sense of defensiveness hung in the atmosphere, as each sibling processed the unexpected outburst and its underlying meaning. "Oh, c'mon!" Betty chimed in playfully, her voice dripping with teasing. "You've got a tiny crush on that girl, what was her name? 'Linda' or 'Lozi,' or something along those lines, right?" She grinned mischievously, clearly enjoying the banter. Anthony's cheeks flushed with a hint of embarrassment. Anthony's sudden outburst, punctuated by a slam of his hand on the table, filled the air with a burst of frustration. "HER NAME IS LYNIA!" he exclaimed, his voice cracking with a mix of irritation and defensiveness. Sensing the escalation, the mother quickly intervened, her voice soothing and calm. "Alright, everyone, let's take a moment to cool down. We're here to understand the situation, not provoke each other." The tension in the room gradually subsided as Anthony reluctantly yielded to his mother's calming presence. He sank back into his chair, his breathing gradually returning to normalcy, though his eyes still smoldered with a hint of defiance.
The murmur of Betty's muttered "woman lover" cast a shadow across the room, further complicating the already tense atmosphere. Anthony's frustration boiled over, unleashing a surge of anger that sent him into motion. "I'LL SHOW YOU A WOMAN LOVER!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the room as he lunged towards Betty. But before he could reach her, the quick intervention of his brother Rain prevented any further escalation. Rain's firm grip pulled Anthony back, effectively halting his advance. "Anthony, calm down!" the mother's voice echoed, an authoritative yet concerned tone lacing her words as she sought to quell the escalating tension. Rain, holding onto his little brother with a firm yet reassuring grip, implored, "Little bro, calm down! We're here to talk, not fight." Anthony, still agitated and struggling against Rain's hold, hesitated for a brief moment, the urge to explode momentarily held at bay
As Anthony's frustration spiraled out of control, he resorted to an extreme measure, biting down hard on his brother's hand. "OW, WHAT THE HELL?!" Rain yelped in pain, releasing his grip as Anthony's sharp teeth sank into his flesh, drawing blood. As Anthony hurled towards Betty, his movements fueled by a storm of anger, his younger siblings Amy and Carter acted quickly, their hands closing around him like vices, halting his charge in its tracks. Their intervention, though swift and authoritative, did not eradicate the palpable tension that lingered in the air. In the midst of the chaos, as Anthony's star-adorned eye gleamed, its otherworldly light casting eerie shadows across the room, the mother's authoritative voice cut through the clamor, "ANTHONY SUZUKI!"
Her stern command hung in the air, a verbal shockwave that snapped Anthony back to reality, his anger momentarily quelled. The gravity of the situation sank in as Anthony's anger subsided like a retreating tide. His mind, previously clouded by a haze of frustration and impulsivity, cleared as he suddenly became aware of the consequences of his actions. The stark realization sent a chill down his spine, and his gaze softened, his eyes now filled with guilt and remorse. As the younger siblings relinquished their grip on him, Anthony cast his gaze around the room. There on the ground, rain sat with his wounded hand clenched tight, blood trickling down his fingers. And there was Betty, kneeling on the floor, her eyes wide with terror, the aftermath of the commotion evident in her shaken expression. A pang of guilt struck Anthony's heart, the weight of his actions hitting him hard.
Anthony's emotions overwhelmed him, and he abruptly turned and sprinted out of the room, tears streaming down his cheeks. His footsteps thundered up the stairs, each step carrying the weight of the tumultuous scene below. As he reached the solitude of his room, he closed the door behind him, a strangled sob escaping his lips. The tears continued to fall, a release of the pent-up frustration and guilt from the events that had just unfolded.
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The Son of The Stars
Fantasy|| An ancient prophecy spoke of a celestial child born of stardust and cosmic energy. Anthony, a name whispered through the infinite expanse of the universe, carried the legacy of his celestial ancestor. Raised in the shadow of a celestial being, An...
