Myth

Chapter 7: Lucky

The blood in my veins started boiling. Each and every time they chucked the ball it was only a little too far for me to reach. I felt like a joke. Never actually being able to touch the ball, made me feel like a dog that chases after its toy that had not actually been thrown. I kept thinking that I would get it the next time after each and every pinpointed throw. I had begun to get a little more than frustrated, thinking that enough was enough. Whack! A giant root lifted itself out of the ground and slapped Konstantin across the face, before the ball even left his arms, and he went flying onto his back.

"Kosta!" Mira screamed, running over to his aid. The large root slithered back in the ground as the soil and grass covered the opening. I found it eerie how it looked like nothing had occurred, and if someone had walked in right at that moment they would never have believed what had actually happened. I soon followed Mira's suit and ran over to Kosta. "You. Hit. Hard," Kosta said looking slightly dazed. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to... That was actually me?" I replied, not really helping the situation.

"My, my looks like you did quite a nice job on Kosta here," Marcus said, tracing the red mark across Kosta's face. He then grabbed Kosta's wrist and looked at his watch measuring his heart rate. "I think Mae should get a look at this... Mae!" he shouted over to his wife. Within seconds she was kneeling beside Kosta giving him some thick yellow liquid. I could not believe how it could have possibly been me. I mean I was just being apologetic to a guy who had just been slugged in the head with a giant root, he, and Marcus too, didn't really think it was my fault did they?

A few minutes later Kosta was sitting up, and shaking his head back and forth. "Somesing like dat silly branch shood not have knocked me down!" he mumbled angrily. "Come on, I've got an early supper ready let's all go and eat," said Mae. Mira and Mae each grabbed either side of Kosta and lifted him off towards the house. Everyone began to follow, but I called Marcus' attention over to myself in order to talk to him, in privet.

"Yes, Evelyn what can I do for you?" he asked politely.

"Was it actually me who... you know."

"Oh, yes my deary that was the first demonstration of your unique gift! And it is a quite exciting one at that, but I have no idea what your limits are, or if you have any."

"I never meant to hurt anyone, I bet they all hate me now."

"No, no they are merely dumbfounded. How would you react if you saw something like that happen before your very eyes?"

"I guess I'd be surprised, and I would probably think about what had just happened."

"Exactly! They are all contemplating what they had seen you do a minute or two ago. And don't worry Alwyn's little example knocked me out for two entire days." he whispered.

"Really?"

"And when I woke up I didn't even remember meeting her."

"But why wasn't I able to use my gift before?"

"Well, that, darling, was the work of the gods. They kept your gift under wraps until they were sure you were mature enough to use them, but in some cases the recipient of the god gene never matures to the point where they are able to obtain their full potential, yet sometimes even the great gods... make mistakes."

"As in the bad guys?"

"You're a clever one aren't you, and yes, that is exactly what I meant. Now, I think it best to go and eat now because I can hear my stomach, and Evelyn," he lowered his voice, "I won't mention our little dealings to anyone."