Dusk

18 ~ History

My head whipped around. "Blackers?" I asked questioningly. Elliot looked at me and raised one eyebrow. "Dude, don't do that its weird" I heard a voice say from behind me. I turned round to face... a mirror? The shock and confusion must have shown on my face, because suddenly my "reflection" spoke. "Hi Cuz, I'm Harper" when I didn't reply she continued "Elliots sister? Your cousin? Do you seriously not remember me?" Slowly very slowly I shook my head. "Well im your cousin, Harper Sanders. Im 11." She said. Finally I stuttered out a reply "y..y..y..you lo..o..ok like m..me." she nodded "genetics I guess" she shrugged. "Harper, darling. Rose didn't know you exist. You were born after we lost contact" Aunt Annabella interjected.
I shook my head to clear out the fuzziness and turned to face Elliot again. "Blackers?" I asked. He just nodded. "Are you going to tell me what you mean?" I asked. He shrugged and glanced at granny. "Darling heart" she began "the Blackers and the Iveys have been at war since your grandpa, Nigel Brookshire and grandfather Columbus Blackers met each other. Grandpa was one of the strongest magics in all of the world. He was running for the president of the realm, when suddenly there was a security breach. Magic hunters had found the library and were pouring in as fast as the nigera falls flow. Your grandpa told everyone to take cover and hide. He thought he could handle it on his own, poor dear. In a duel with Columbus Blackers the assembly hall caught fire and they both died. The Blackers family thought that grandpa, my beautiful forgiving husband, lit the fire on purpose. They swore to get revenge" grandma finished with a sob. Silent tears were running down my face. This was another thing Lily and I had in common, but it's something I wish we didn't.
Harper came up behind me and gave me a hug. "Its okay Rose, I never met grandpa either." I turned to face her. "Harper, how are you so tall? All out family is short" I asked. She just pointed to her feet. As I looked down I noticed she was wearing the same things as me, well almost. My jeans were light denim bellbottoms and hers were dark denim bellbottoms. My sweater was light purple and Midriff and hers was dark blue midriff. But our shoes were completely different. My plasticy purple and pink thongs were cheap compared to Harpers. She wore huge platform sandals with sparkly blue straps. "Why platform sandals?" I asked. "Because I go to school with a bunch of judgers, im the short one. But with these shoes im cool" she answered quietly. I shook my head and gave her a small knowing smile...