Hearing my mother tell my younger sister the Story of Old and the Story of True, or as they were to my dad: The First and The Second, was strange. When I was younger I loved to hear the tales, of how the Fallen were created, and later the Vindictive. However hearing them now I wondered what wasn't being told. Like did Lucifer do something to Eve to make her want to break up with him. How long did it take for Lilith to fall for him.
My childhood had been full of contradictions with my parents marring for love despite the fact my mother was a Vindicist while my father was a Serpentine. The latter believing Eve's love to be more true than Lilith's and the opposite was true for the other religion. I'm glad to say that my sister didn't have to live through it as they cooled on their religious arguments.
My dad was a Serpent, a high ranking religious official, the Serpent. Jamie Daniels, the truest acolyte to Eve. My mother on the other hand was a nurse, who used her power to help heal the sick. So both were appealing to their religions in their own ways.
I smiled at Esme, my darling 6 year old sister, when she looked up to me, her white irises standing to me full of joy. It was her Coming in the following week and we were holding our breaths to see if she was only a Touched or Fallen.
"Wyatt," She asked sweetly, I hummed to her and nodded, "What was your Coming like?"
I sighed trying to think back the 14 years to when I was 6 years old myself. I took a seat at the table, next to her and opposite my parents.
"Well," I started, I looked to my parents then to Esme, "Look for me personally it was painful. Mum and Dad were at work and I was with Gran, yet it past my bedtime, and you know Gran- her memory isn't the best." I bopped her nose, "But I promise you it won't be for you, cause I'll be here and if you think it'll hurt just squeeze my hand till it doesn't yeah ?"
Esme looked at me and smiled again. "What does your other form look like?"
"That's my secret, okay. Not even mum or dad knows." I looked up at my parents, giving them a scowl. I leant close to Esme's ear and spoke in a hushed tone, "They won't ever know which is in and of a form of power."
She giggled and looked at our parents, "Do you guys really not know about his," She frowned looking for the collective term, there isn't one, "Well you know."
My mum opened her mouth, "Well we'd forgotten the date of his Turning and by the time your Nan called saying he was having nightmares we remembered but we were on the other side of the world."
"Nightmares?" Esme quickly said. I held her knee in my hand to calm her down.
"Hun, don't worry it was just your brother overreacting," My dad said.
I threw him a look then looked up at the clock.
"Alright time for you missus to go to bed." I said.
She got up and left with out a complaint, what a good kid.
I put my fist down on the table. "You are in the country for her Turning, we won't have a repeat of mine," I looked at my father," Over reacting really."
"Wyatt- your dad has a meeting in the US, and I've got over time." Mum said.
I bit my lip and got up from my seat. Of course. They're to obsessed with their own lives and not the ones of their kids.
Even before my own Turning I found myself in the house alone, or with Nan.
