The Way I Come

The Unrightous Desision

Swan's prospective-
When my mother appears in my line of sight, I squirm and try to break free of my brothers undying grip. He inherited our father's upper body strength so i'm not surprised when he manages nothing but a grunt while hailing me up the many steps towards my doom. Before I even started talking I knew he would choose my mother over my words. They have a strange relationship like that.

I watch him carefully for a weak spot of any kind. His light brown hair flicks of one side to move to the other, surprisingly it flops just into place. Noticing this almost made me miss it. Almost. The color toned missile spot lay hidden under his fairly long hair, the metal parts gleaming against the white reflecting snow. I try, failing to reach it to dis activate his wings. It had slipped my mind, I had so many things on my mind that I didn't even remember that he had prosthetic wings.

He had normal wings when he was little, just like the rest of us. Of coarse back then my mother hadn't been a crazy, audience seeking lunatic. We had been playing out in the snow orchards when a frost girl came up and started flirting with him. Me as the awkward little sister I grew up to be, stood in the shadow of the frost flake tree we were scaling just a minute before. I had backed against the tree and started to move away as she led him away with her. I watched him go and watched the whole time he screamed in agony when she lit up like a Christmas tree and started lashing at his wings.

I had learned after that she was actually trying to bring down the Wintertide empire and start a new revolution. I had also learned (from my mother of course) that things don't happen to good people, it's not right, now according to her, evil queens are the bomb!

Well here's an update back to reality, my mother is currently staring at me in a creepy way and muttering to Josh.
" The girl is always the problem child, always, always."
I want to say something but I know it's probably better to shut my mouth. Seriously she scared the living daylight out of me, though now I think about it there is no daylight here anyway, so we're all good.

The next thing she does seriously shocks me. She has never in her life slapped her children, maybe once or twice she hit us, well me, Josh was always her favorite, with iron roods but that wasn't slapping me. Yet here I stand in the grasp of my brother being slapped by her. Wow, have I never! She doesn't even have the right to call me her daughter, I ran from that title a long time ago. I reach my hand up and...