Mother inhuman

Magical mistakes - chapter one

Once I realised that something or someone had ressurected me, I jumped up, all my body functions working just fine somehow, I hit my head against the steel above my head; I had already been moved to the morgue. I then somehow managed to break out of this claustrofobic storage that I was locked in. At the time I didn't understand how I did it, there was no handle on the inside but I felt this unnatural feeling in my hand, so I put it against the door and it opened. I now realise that the reason I was capable of doing that was because I carry all supernatural powers in existence.

I grabbed the first cloth I saw once I got out, I mean I was naked and the morgue isn't a warm place, it's cold like death. I was able to dress up like a nurse, then I spend about two hours looking for some normal clothes, I expected to find those sooner though. I left the hospital, but when I walked out I realised I had nowhere to go. Where was I supposed to go? It's not like a fifteen year old who just rose from death can knock on her parents' door and have them not freak out.

I don't know what it was but something led me out of the city and into the woods, I suppose it was my new found insinct. I spent the first few days sitting against a tree trying to realise what had just happened to me. It wasn't until the full moon that I realised what was going on...

I just sat there when all of the sudden I felt this odd extremely powerfull force flowing through my veins. And no, I wasn't transforming into a werewolf, that would be such a cliché. Instead a rainbow coloured beam started to come out of my hands, this kept on going until the moon vanished and the sun started to rise.

At first I didn't even see it but when I sat down again, I saw it. It was a miniscule bottle with some sort of potion inside, and I figured since it was made by me it would be safe to drink. And that's exactly what I did, I drank it. That is when everything started kicking in. It's like a film was playing on my pupils, I could see it all. A proper description of every supernatural being that had ever been spoken of, and even ones that had been unknown until that moment. Eventually I found out my purpose, all supernatural creatures had died, it was my task to protect and recreate them.

In the beginning this didn't go without flaws, I created things like 'weremaids' and  'vampiches'. Whoever wanted me to create all these being can't blame me for that though, it's not like there's a manual on how to create supernatural creatures.

After a few months I got the hang of it and I started to create perfect werewolves and phoenixes. That is what I have been doing for the past twentytwo years, at least that's how long I think it has been; it's kind of difficult to keep track of time when you are forced to spend eternity as a fifteen year old.