a/n: hi! It's been a long time without coming here and publishing another random story. I hope you guys enjoy this one!
"It's over, Grace"
No, it's not.
" You will soon meet your father's death. There's no way around it. You left me for your mom. She's mortal dammit! "
Shut up, you monster.
" Grace, the time is ticking~ Very soon I will come after your mom. I already ended almost all of our family line, all except you, your mom and I. I am coming for you. Very, very soon."
I bolted up to a sitting position, gasping and glancing around feverishly. I relaxed, seeing that i'm still at home, in bed, hearing the TV downstairs. Mom must be watching a movie... Sighing, I got out of bed and made my way over to the dresser. I slipped on a white dress with flower patterns on it. I grabbed my white flats and put them on, then i brushed my hair and placed a flower crown over my head. I stared at my reflection through the mirror, and I frowned. I touched the flower shaped pendant on my necklace, and immediately I began to tear up. My father told me not to take it off, for if I do, my powers will be revealed. But what powers? Well, if I were to say the ability, it'd be something relating to mother nature... As if mother nature herself gave me these abilities. I found out about them when I was eight. Dad says it's important to blend in with the mortals. It would be a lower risk of me being exposed as an immortal, and being hunted down.
Well, that didn't stop my uncle from finding me and ripping my dad away from us, and give us fear of being the next ones to die... I remember that man's voice, his frowning visage, his threats... It made me tremble, it made me feel small, and weak... Why did he do these things to me....? When I found interest in that man, and even spend time at the park with him while father and mother didn't know...? He said he liked my stories, he liked my awareness.
Only to show me his true feelings. He showed me his wrath, his power and his hate for my father.
Sighing, i went downstairs, and hugged my mother. She had tear stained cheeks and she was sniffling. Mother was crying.
" Don't worry, mother. It's okay... He won't you, or me. I promise." I hate making promises I can never keep.
She nodded, and leaned forward to kiss my forehead.
" Stay safe," she said in a hoarse voice. I smiled, and grabbed my backpack and opened the house door. Before stepping out, I glanced back at mom. She had returned to watching television.
" Bye mom, I love you."
" Stay safe, my dear. Call me if anything."
I knew that she won't come to the rescue if I fell in danger. My mom lost her hero, my dad. She lost everything; her pride, happiness, her hope. She didn't lose her insanity because her depression had kept her into this tight ball... I feel the same way, mom. And I hope we can fight it.....
Where's the super hero in this story? If there even is one....
