Lightning streaks the sky as the thunder ensues. Rain washes over me mixing with my tears. I sob against my sleeve helplessly. My chest feels tight as if there is something that is gripping my heart and squeezing with all its might.Goddess knows how long I have been walking around. Looking over my shoulder to ensure Klara didn't follow me. If she came after me I don't know what I would do. The thought of hurting my aunt kills me on the inside because I always thought of her as the only person that took care of me when no one else wanted to. Meanwhile, she has been the person keeping the biggest secret of the century from me.I grunt angrily when I think about all the times I asked, 'what's in the basement' and she would lie. 'The basement is filled with cursed relics' she said. Yeah right.I would go back to her for answers. I just needed to cool off before I did something out of anger. I just don't unde

My mother is the goddess of the night.Klara is not my aunt.My father's memories of my mother were manipulated.I repeat these three facts in my head hoping that it will somehow sink in for me to understand. Some part of my brain is having a difficult time processing this. The other part of my brain is telling me that Klara's revelations make sense.My life is like a thousand-piece puzzle that has been scattered across the floor. I never paid much attention to the missing pieces or the pieces that didn't make much sense before. I only focused on what was in front of me and I believed everything my aunt told me because I trusted her.Maybe I don't want to accept the fact that my only support structure is not my blood that's why apart of me wants to refuse to believe her. That part that wants to refuse to believe her and the part of me that wants to belie

I lay in my bed waiting for something magical to happen to me. My eyes are closed as I try to focus on my inner energy, but I just can't feel it. It's there but it's not as strong as it used to be.The harsh sunlight shines brightly through my open room window. I open my eyes to catch a glimpse of the rising sun, but the blinding light causes me to shield my eyes and lay back down again.I feel the sun bearing down on me. I feel it to the point where it starts to burn and I can't stand it anymore. I stand from my bed and walk to my windows, shutting it and drawing the curtains to stop the sunlight from pouring into my room.I've been waiting nine days for this day.  I feel incomplete like a piece of me just up and vanished. A piece that made me. What was I without my magic. I was human.I walk out of my room and go to the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a shower. After I'm done brushing I step int

I chase after her in confusion "Klara," I shout but she doesn't stop she just keeps running up the steps. I stumble trying to run up the steps all kinds of thoughts popping into my head of what that memory could have meant.She goes into her room and stands on her bed. I look at her in confusion as she starts walking to the painting hanging above the bed and takes it down. When she takes the painting down I notice that there are bookshelves that are within the wall.She looks through the shelves and grabs what she is looking for before getting back down on the ground again. I stare at her waiting for her to give me some kind of explanation but she just keeps pacing up and down the room reading from the scroll and mumbling things under her breath."What is that you are reading from?" I ask."It's a diary.""You kept a scroll as a diary?" I ask in confusion. She doesn't say anything instead

I can't feel Orion's energy so that means he hasn't appeared yet. I rush to the end of the bridge. The bridge is guarded by two sentries on either side. The sentry is a being that is cloaked from head to toe and there were often rumors that they were not human, but were created by the goddess of the night herself.I always looked at them from afar. I never went close enough because there was no reason for me to be standing at the end of the bridge.The sentry is tall and looms over me. "Yes," its voice is deep and holds a bit of mystery to it."I want off this bridge," I say so sternly that I don't even recognize my voice.The sentry makes a growling noise as it lowers its head to me."Are you sure? It is suicide for any jumper to leave the bridge.""Yes lift the barrier.""Very well," The sentry does a complicated spell mo