Words on the Pages (one shot collection)

The New Age

"Why did I come to this place?" She asked the woman next to her, burying her face deeper into her hooded cloak, her small feet popping out from under the golden hem.

"I'm pretty sure you decided that you wanted to become more mature, and as your Mother, I recommended this place, so you had no choice but to agree." A cheeky grin appeared on her Mother's face, and soon, she couldn't stop herself from smiling too.

"Oh well," She said. "I guess I'll just have to live through it this time." And she took a step out of the shade of the archway, and into the dimly lit room full of witches and monsters.

"And...stop right there." A new voice came from the shadows. "Caleana, who do you think you are, bringing this, this Jörmungandr into the same room as me?"

She turns around to see that the voice comes from a pale blue, scaled woman, with green hair that reminded her of seaweed. "Well, Hydra, you see..." Her Mother trailed off before looking at the ground with a defeated look. "She's a halfie."

Everyone in the room stopped and turned to face them.

"Wait, she's a chimera?" The Blue-Lady asked. "So, what's the other...part?"

Her Mother turns to her and says, "Go on Cynder, show her."

Cynder looked up at the blue woman and pulled back her hood, showing the lady her eyes, filled with ember, and her pointed ears, not at all contrasting with the ram's horns, curling up from her forehead, and the hair that caught fire.

Blue gasped and muttered "Hellhound." Sending the room into a panic, scattering the ring of people surrounding them, and Cynder quickly pulled the hood back over head and shrank back behind her mother, who was shaking her head in sadness.

For a chimera, life isn't as stable, or good as what people would think. For a child to be born with opposite elementals, it could be even worse. A child who was born as a sea snake-hellhound chimera, she was lucky to have even survived being born, but that could mean that she would lose control and kill everyone in sight.

"Wait!" a new voice came out from the crowd, and everyone froze to look at the human that had walked into their midst.

A human girl, with unruly blonde hair, blue eyes and covered in freckles, had walked into a secret meeting of witches, looked at Cynder from behind a pair of nerdy, big rimmed glasses, and said, "Can't you give half of it away?"

For a moment everyone laughed. Somehow this human girl had known of an ancient secret and walked her way into this small coven of troves, and offered herself up on a plate.

"Give it to me." She said with a determined look on her face, and Cynder looked at her, eyes blazing once again. "No." She said. "I'll work it out on my own, without giving away the one thing that might save the world from the destruction I've seen in my dreams."

And she walked out of the old building, leaving everyone gawking, not fully understanding that a fire elemental, might keep the Jörmungandr spirit from killing off one of the most powerful and influential gods in history.