Story of a Forbidden Half-Angel

Nephilim Ch. 2

For now, let's rewind a bit, back to yesterday, back to when everything changed.

May 4th 11:00 p.m.

"Charlotte," my dad called, walking to where I sat, grabbed my shoulders and looked me in the eye.

"this is important, so listen carefully," I recognized his tone of voice, it was when things were urgent, I removed my headphones and looked at him.

"I am giving you half an hour at most to pack everything you think is important into your bag, make sure they will all be things you cannot live without."

Of course, I was bewildered by this request, but sensing that this was somehow important, I scurried through my room, and scavaged through my most important belongings.

May 4th 11:28 p.m.

I went downstairs, into my dad's personal office, he sat in his chair staring into the old mirror in the corner of the room, deep in thought.

The big gilded antique was something that he never allowed me to touch. It was something that I had always questioned but never ventured to ask.

"Daddy?" I asked a little timidly,

"Dear, come closer, I have something to tell you..." he beckoned to me wearily.

"It's about your mother," I nodded, listening intently now.

"Have you ever felt that you were different? That you were special?" He questioned,

"What do you mean?" I asked, still clueless

May 4th 11: 38

"My little angel," he whispered softly, brushing his finger against my cheek.

He took my hand and placed into it a pendant, a heavy sapphire set in a tarnished, yet still beautiful, silver base. It was dangling on a secure lace ribbon and I placed it around my neck.

"This was your mother's, I've been waiting to give it to you until your birthday,"

"But it's not my birthday yet, well at least not until midnight." I protested,

He chuckled, "Well, I'm close, and besides you've already got it on your neck anyways right?"

Then, he took my hand and led me towards the bronzed mirror, and he laid my palm on the cold surface.

I looked into the mirror staring intently at my own reflection. My wavy midnight hair hanged down like an ebony curtain, my lips as red as the petals of crimson roses and my silver eyes were a swirl of emotions.

Suddenly I gasped, as I felt the glass gave way, and my reflection rippled into a blur. The mirror seemed to turn into a liquid, and ripples were going across its shiny surface as my hand was plunged into it. I lurched backwards, my hand still in the mirror, before my dad reassured me

"It's alright, reach in and grasp what you find."

"Why can't you do this for me?" I asked

"Because I'm not like you Charlotte, I'm only human." He sighed

"What are you talking about dad?" I agonized in confusion

"You'll find out soon, I'm sorry for not telling you all this sooner, but it's for your own good. Trust the person you meet next, because he'll be able to help you, alright? And don't forget..."

For some reason, my eyes swiftly glanced down at my watch, my father had given it to me for my birthday a year before. The minute hands seemed only a millimeter away from the 12 on the clock face. The seconds were ticking

5,

4,

3,

2

1.... "I love you." He let my hand go

May 5th 12:00

I shouted "DAD!" before I was pulled into the mirror my entire body being dragged into another place and I couldn't see a single thing. I could only feel the blackness and melting colours taking me... somewhere.