Elyza

Twenty three.

"It's immortality darling" -Pretty little liars

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I left Coven's library feeling shaken, worried and sickly. Because I just learnt the truth, If things go as the prophecy intended I'm meant to die. I'm meant to-

Beep. Beep.

"Hello?" I whispered into my phone. Even my voice lost its colour.

The person on the other end was silent for a while, I didn't know who it was until their raspy, shaken voice, mumbled into the phone "He's told you haven't he?"

"Why aren't you using your own phone? Why did your call come up as no caller ID?" I asked. Still no answer, which indicated something wasn't right "Dad" I said to get his attention.

"He told you, hasn't he" he said harshly. I somewhat creased my eyebrows at his abrupt manor.

"You knew about this didn't you? That's why Grandma freaked out that one night when I started drawing the symbol, she knew what it was and what it could do to me" I'd been walking for a good ten minutes and arrived at my door. Angrily I opened my door and slammed it shut, sending vibrations coursing through the room.

Zoe, who was stroking the Phoenix ever so gently, flinched on her bed. The Phoenix how ever was unfazed with my dramatic entrance, I didn't even realise she was back, I guess her fight training lasted longer than expected. Her gold eyes followed my body, following my movements of walking up and down, of grunting of rolling my eyes.

"Who's that?" She whispered quietly enough for my dad not to hear.

I mouthed "My dad"

She nodded in understanding before grimacing at the harsh words my father and I were throwing at each other, she clearly understood that this wasn't just any old argument.

"Elyza listen to me. I was a junior Angel when Empress Zara went completely insane and started killing everyone. God didn't want us to intervene, he wanted to see how strong crossbreeds were. That war was something I never ever wanted to see again" he told me. "Yes I knew about the prophecy, having a crossbreed daughter is dangerous. We had people telling your mother she shouldn't have you, that if the genocide was to happen again it would be too dangerous but I swore on my life that if that was to happen again I would protect my little girl and of course Josh"

My heart fell to the bottom of my stomach. Just hearing those words made me feel grateful and ten times worse.

He carried on speaking "You were five when you started drawing those symbols, you were too young to know what it meant, you just thought it was 'a pretty drawing' " he quoted me "I knew then that, that meant something. Either it was sign that you'd be the next chosen one or a sign that the genocide would be upon us again. I got to scared that I made your mother erase part of your memory"

I remember. It was vague and only lasted for a while but I woke up one morning unaware of where I was, who mom and dad were and who I was. It took about a couple hours for me to remember everything but now that I think about it, I don't remember about a year of my childhood, that was probably the year I started drawing the symbols; the year my parents wanted me to forget.

His voice broke at the end, his voice shook "You just kept drawing and drawing- no matter how hard we tried to make you forget- it- it was when I realised you were the next to be chosen- that one day you'd die- I can't let you die, I can't lose my daughter"

I've cried enough today. I couldn't cry, I guess I just stared blankly at the White Walls feeling my heart break and splinter into a million tiny pieces; watching the walls crumble around me and everything I'd ever known come crashing down "You won't lose me dad, I love you. What ever happens I want you to know that okay?"