Not What She Seems

Why....Am I Different?

  "Mommy, why am I different?" the child asked, looking up at her mother from drawing pictures.
  "What do you mean, sweetheart?" the mother asked.
  "You love me more than anyone. These drawings on my hand aren't regular. Why......why am I different mommy?" the toddler asked. When her mother didn't respond, the child continued to draw a picture.
  "Sweetie, what are you drawing?" the child's mother asked. When the child didn't answer and kept drawing, the child mother peeked over the toddler's head and looked at her drawing. The child wasn't drawing anything at all. She was writing something. The woman read what it said:
  The One will burn. The One will go. Born from ash. Died in ash. The One is gone for then.
  In 5,000 years, eyes will open, secrets will be revealed, potential will be shown.
  The One shall come yet again. To break the unholiness. To shake who roams.
  A war shall break. Changes will be made. A race underestimated will achieve high appreciation.
  The world shall change. Life will hold a new meaning. Eyes will open yet again. Clues will be revealed.
  In 5,000 years, The One will rise from the ash. From ashes they came, from ashes they will save the world. From ashes will the heavenly powers of The One arise.
  Born from ash. Died in ash. The One will come to set things right. To introduce the world's eyes to the light.
  "Sweetheart, who did you learn this from?" the mother asked, crouching down to ask the little girl.
  "You told me, remember?" the child informs the mother. The mother stands up and backs away, shocked from realization.
  "Mommy needs to go make lunch sweetie, it's getting late." the woman said, quickly leaving the room.
 

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  "I'm telling you, Relvin, I really do think Maj and Yavara are dating." Verlynn says.
  "Well I don't. Maj doesn't seem like Yavara's type." I tell her.
  "Oh, you're back!" I exclaim, hugging Yavara.
  "Oh. Your Royal Highness has awoken from his slumber. It'd be my pleasure to make your breakfast, sir." Yavara mocks.
  "Just shut up." I say.
  "Where'd you go?" I ask.
  "I went to drop off Maj at his house." Yavara answers.
  "Oh really? Just to drop him off or did you secretly go on a date with him since you guys are dating." I say.
  "Oh, yeah we did. I'm surprised you found out." Yavara jokes.
  "Dang, it looks like I'll need to kill Maj next. I need girl senpai to love me unconditionally." I say creepily.
  "No. I hate you." Yavara says, rejecting me.
  "LOVE ME SENPAI!!!!" I exclaim, chasing her.
  "EW, CREEP. GET AWAY FROM ME." Yavara screams, running from me. I run slower than her on purpose. Why? I can already see she's tired. I know for sure she ran all the way here from Maj's house. It defeats the purpose of chasing her if I can easily beat her like that.
****Verlynn
Avarra walks into the kitchen right after Relvin and Yavara left. There is something off. Something wrong with Avarra. This vibe I'm getting off Avarra......it's different. It's not confidence. It's not carelessness. It's not intimidation. It's......it's fear. Curiosity and fear.
".....so sick of hiding it...." I hear Avarra mutter.
"Hiding what?" I ponder. Avarra doesn't respond.
"This is what he put in my pocket?" Avarra asks herself, shrugs it off, and pours it in her coffee.
"Ah, dang it, this isn't the type I wanted. That's too bad. Well, you can have it." Avarra says, placing the cup in front of me and walking quickly, about to disappear into the basement.
"But my mom says I'm not allowed to drink coffee." I inform her.
"Wow. I find that funny saying that Aymara started drinking coffee when she was like 14 years old. Or was it 13? No, it was 13 years, yet she tells you you can't drink coffee and you're 17 years." Avarra says.
"Really? 13 years old?" I exclaim.
"Yeah. Tell you what, here you can drink coffee. That doesn't mean you can finish all my french vanilla coffee mix because that's off limits." Avarra explains.
"Really? What if my mom finds out." I worry.
"If she does, and if she's still her same annoying, persistent, stuck-up self she was back then, then she'll come to fight me. What fun that'll be. She knows I'm stronger than her and I won't even bother to use 0.1% of my power. That's too much for her tiny brain to handle." Avarra states.
"That's rude," I state back.
"Is it rude? Or is it honest?" Avarra asks me before she disappears downstairs into the basement. I take the cup of coffee and drink some of it.
"It tastes really good." I comment.
"Now that I think about it, I've never been to the basement." Gevora realizes.
"Me too." Ravamara adds.
"It's nothing super special." Yavara says, answering the statement Gevora made.
"Wait, you've been to the basement?" Gevora asks, jumping up.
"Yeah. It's a very vague memory though." Yavara responds.
  "Can you tell us what you remember?" I ask.
  "In the basement was a lab. The lab was filled with all kinds of experiments, acids, dangerous stuff in general. There were equations and solutions written all over a chalkboard. But it's not just that...." Yavara says, stopping and trailing off.
  "What is it?" Markus ponders.
  "There was something off about the lab. This little plush scientist holding a beaker full of acid....something about it was just....off. It looked nice and cute and I wanted to play with it because I was like 5 years old. Mom told me not to touch it though, or else I'd be in trouble and wouldn't get my doll back for the rest of the day." Yavara recalls.
  "Wait a minute...you avoid touching a mysterious plush scientist over a doll?" Gevora asks for confirmation.
  "I WAS 5 OKAY! DOLLS WERE LIFE." Yavara exclaims.
  "Then I bumped in to something and saw something I wasn't supposed to see. Mom told me to be careful.....but the rest is just black. I don't remember anything else from after that." Yavara says, curious what happened.
  "Do you remember what you saw?" I ask, excited.
  "No.....it just slipped my mind." Yavara answers.
  "The equations on the chalkboard. Something was off about them too. The equations were written in a language I couldn't understand." Yavara recalls next.
"Wow, that's off, considering you're Humaveran." I comment.
"I'm not Humaveran, how many times do I have to tell you?" Yavara says, frustrated.
"Oh really? Like two days ago, you and your mother got up at like 4:00 AM and went to some mystery room in the house and she put this breathing machine on you, why's that?" I ask, ready to prove my point.
"I do remember getting up early in the morning for something...I think I needed to use the bathroom, I walked out of my bedroom and since my brain was all fuzzy, I walked all the way down so many hallways but about halfway there I burst out in coughs and everything else was black." Yavara says.
"I don't know if the breathing machine part is true, and I do know there's some mystery room in the house because mom took me there once. I was 7 years old, I didn't think anything of it." Yavara adds.
"Do you remember the way?" Gevora asks.
"No. There were too many twists and turns throughout the way there for me to remember." Yavara replies, sad.
"Did you ask mom anything that she gave a sketchy reply to?" Ravamara asks Yavara.
"Well, yes and no. I did ask her a question, but she didn't reply to it at all." Yavara answers.
****Yavara
As I prepare to tell them, I think about the possible situations this may bring up. It wouldn't really bring up any. This is the same question I still have today.
"What was it?" Verlynn asks.
"Why.....am I different?" I ask, cocking my head sideways a little.