Secrets

The Warrior

I turned around and gasped in surprise. A woman stood behind me, clad in bronze armor with a spear in her hand. She swiftly removed her helmet to reveal her demonic face.

...But it wasn't a demonic face. It was my sister's. I don't speak much of my past, for it is a past too painful to relive, but let it be known that my sister was declared dead. I still remember the day I lost more family members than I can count...

It was a bright and sunny day. But not for me. I was stuck in the backseat of our family's minivan, gagging from the smell of body odor. We were in the middle of nowhere. Literally. The town was called Nowhere. And we were in the middle of it. But, it didn't look like your average town. Instead of roads, they had grass. Instead of houses, they had shacks. Instead of stores, they had farms. My dad looked at me through the rear mirror.

"Don't worry, Harley. This reunion's only for a couple of hours," he joked, putting my nerves at ease. My dad had a talent of making people cheer up, no matter the situation. And he had the face for it, too. His face was round and his blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight. And when he was smiling, he looked 20 years younger. But, make no mistake, he always was smiling.

My mom, however, looked like the mirror image of me. Just...a little older. She had straight, long, auburn hair, intelligent forest green eyes, and a slender build. Just at that moment, an elbow nudged my stomach. I turned to see my one and only little sister smiling playfully at me. She had gotten the best combination of our parents.

She had curly auburn hair that was just the right length, blue eyes that sparkled when she was up to mischief, and a face that could make anyone light up.