Fate always had the power to screw you over.
And Alexandra always thought that she had everything she could ask for: a caring family, a best friend and an attentive boyfriend. That is until she discovered the latter two alone in a car together.
Sin...
PS: Brooke at top (don't compare to Shelly's pic, obviously they don't resemble each other, this is just a general idea on what they look like)
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Marble consisted of energy. Marble on Atlantis, anyway. It was the only real power source Atlantis used. That explained why the house was well-lit without the presence of a single light. The marble—the walls and floors—radiated light, but it didn't make sense how. How could there be energy in an inanimate object of limestone? And even if such a thing existed, how did they make it work? If there had been chandeliers together with real candles, it would have made more sense, but at the moment, I was staring at Shelly as if she'd just eaten a garden snail.
"Magic," she said and continued when she saw my dubious expression. "We use magic, Alex."
"Magic," I repeated as if I didn't know what the word meant. What was this girl talking about?
"You know what we are, Alex. We aren't half god for nothing, and Poseidon is our forefather, so of course we got some qualities of his strength. The strength of a god."
My mouth felt dry. "So, what you're saying is that Athlans have powers?"
"Magic. They have magic, but also physical strength. We have magic. Didn't you ever wonder why you experienced pain the night before you turned up here? Incidentally, I know how that felt; I know how you're feeling now."
"But how can you know? You aren't even a Hybrid!"
"I don't need to be. Each one of us has gone through it or is going to. I don't know how to explain it well. It's like... the magic awakens in us or something. It's a sign of puberty, which usually flares up at the age of fourteen."
I looked at her strangely. "I'm seventeen."
"Yes, but you are a Hybrid, which means that you have a different physiology."
Which meant I'd just hit my puberty. Weird...
I finished my pancakes. Brooke stood at the stove, flipping pancakes and poking them with a knife to make sure they were cooked through. Satisfied, she slipped the last pancake out of the pan and into a plate, offering it to Shelly and me with a smile. I declined, but Shelly cheerfully seized one and immediately popped it in her mouth. The scene was oddly domestic and very human, making Shelly's words even harder to believe.
Seeing as I'd been unconscious when I arrived at my new home, I hadn't had the opportunity to officially meet Brooke. Shelly introduced me this morning. Brooke was a very animated person. Her dark blond hair was pulled into a messy bun, and her grey eyes were sparkling with merriment. You could see the resemblance between mother and daughter. Even their marks—tattoos, Jewels, whatever—were really similar. Being a warm person, Brooke instantly made me feel at home the moment she shook my hand and kissed my cheek.
