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Epilogue

I never knew my mother, she died when I was only a baby. My father was never close with me either, even though I live with him. He always shut me out when I wanted to know more about my mother, but all I knew was that she was beautiful and kind.

My father hadn't told me much about his past, or about my mothers. He kept several things from me, including who my family was. My mother apparently had no family, disowned at a young age dude to some issue he couldn't tell me. My father was very restricted to himself and barely said anything or took me anywhere my entire childhood. He wouldn't let me near any parks and wouldn't teach me to drive.

I knew there was something off about my father, because he had always had this look on his face, like he had a huge burden to carry. One day, police men showed up to our front door, asking for my father. I let them in, confused.

My father didn't even flinch, he just stood up and turned around to let them take him. I protested them taking my father for no reason, but I had found out later that my father had a dark past. I traveled with a boy I had met named Sam, to America, to meet a woman who claims to have known both of my parents.

She and three other women met with me, showing me photos,"This is my mother?" I asked, the one with the green eyes smiled, nodding,"Her name was Camila Cabello," She said, smiling,"I'm surprised you can't see the resemblance, you look exactly like her." I had never thought I looked more like my father than anyone else, but I saw more of myself in my mother. "Your mother died only a minute after she gave birth to you, I heard. Your father didn't go into detail," The woman said, her eyes changing,"What happened to your eyes?" I asked, the woman looking at me,"I have special powers, powers that your mother had and that you probably have, it is passed down through generations," She said, making me smile,"What about my father? What's with him?" I asked, looking at all of them.

The woman looked at the other than at me,"Your father was a legend, and not exactly the best kind," She said,"Your father was a serial killer, but when he met your mother, the killings stopped." My mother had had the control to put an end to his killing sprees.

"Thank you for telling me more about my mother, it means the world to me," I said, the woman smiled,"Call me Lauren," She said,"But do you want to meet your mother?"

I looked at her, taking a deep breathe,"I'd love to," I said, Lauren took my hand.

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I opened the door of the building, seeing dusty gifts spread all throughout the tomb. Dried up flowers scattered across the bottom of the casket,"Are you sure about opening it?" I asked, Lauren nodded.

I walked closer, lifting the casket door open. Laying in a blue dress, long hair cascading down around her, I saw my mother. She had looked like she was still alive, or if she was in a deep sleep,"What is this?" I asked, Lauren joining my side. She smiled, kneeling down,"Your mother was special," She said,"Before her death, a curse was placed over her, which when she died, she'd be put in a deep sleep, so technically, your mother is alive, but she'll never wake up," Lauren said, frowning,"She might some day, she'll teach you the ways of your powers."

I looked back at my mother,"Only you can wake her up, maybe, if what I read was right, you can wake her," Lauren said,"You can feel her power flow through you when you touch her, then you should push on that power, it should bring her back."

I placed my hand on hers, feeling an instant power surge come over my body. Lauren watched as my body tensed. I mentally pushed against the power, bringing my hands to her head, closing my eyes. "Kyla," Lauren whispered, my eyes opening.

I looked down, seeing my mothers eyes flutter open, her hand covering her eyes,"So bright," She could barely say. Lauren fumbled for a water bottle, handing it to her.

My mother sat up, looking at Lauren then at me. She confusingly looked at me,"Who are you?" She asked, noticing I looked so familiar,"Kyla," I said,"I'm your daughter." She smiled,"Yes you are," She said, leaning forward to hug me,"Lauren, where's Harry?" Mom asked, looking at Lauren,"He's been arrested for his crimes," I said, Mom looking at me,"I knew it was going to catch up to him eventually," She said,"He's lived long, I should go and see him, especially before they.. you know," Mom said, grabbing my hand,"Help me up, please."

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We drove to the prison, asking to see my father. They granted permission to see him, my mother antsy. "I haven't seen your father since I gave birth to you," She confessed, hugging me. The door to the meeting room opened, my mom grabbing my hand. My father looked up, seeing my mom, his eyes widening,"Camila," He said, slowly walking up to us,"How?" He asked, looking at her,"Don't worry about it, Harry," She smiled, touching his cheek softy. His hand touched hers, his eyes closing. He leaned forward, kissing my mother. I smiled, noticing how happy my father looked.

"Your dying today, Harry," My mother said, looking at him,"That's what makes this so much harder," He said, looking at me,"I'm sorry I never told you, Kyla," He apologized,"You only wanted to protect me," I said, hugging him,"I love you both, with all of my heart," He said, kissing my mother, then hugging me.

My mother held my hand, watching as my father was lead into the room where he'd die.

Goodbye, Daddy, I would say to myself, while holding my mothers hand tight.

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Harry's POV

I sat on the bed, looking over at my daughter and Camila, a weak smile on my face, Camila completely breaking down in tears. Kyla stared at me, looking on the verge of tears. I felt the doctor inject the poison into my arms.

I breathed slow, looking up at the ceiling,"May we meet again," I said, smiling, feeling the poison reach my heart. And then, in a flash, it was all

gone.