given to me. Wham.
Instead of a build up of energy, or any reflection of this taking place Ginger only felt empowered. Magic was her parent’s legacy, it was her birth right. It made her who she was – special and one of a kind. With those thoughts she smiled to herself. When she opened her eyes, she was standing infront of Jensen again and Spider was gone.
Chapter Three:
He stood waiting as if unsure who she was, or why she was there.
Ginger thought, “Was all that a hallucination?”
Something deep inside her said no. Why would it be? She had control, faith in herself and some new awareness that magic will always help guide her.
Ginger smiles and says, “Hi, I’m Ginger Solis. I think you know why I am here.”
The smile on Jensen’s face vanished and was now replaced with shame.
Ginger wondered, “Why does he feel shame? Did he regret his decision to help my parents all those years ago?”
She asked, “I am a powerful psionic, so I don’t want to invade your thoughts or feelings, but we should go in to discuss all this.”
Jensen nods, opens the door wider as she steps inside.
Ginger wonders, “What am I walking into?”
Inside the living room was Dodger blue everything from signed autographs to a glass case with a baseball bat in it. It was beautiful, but a part of her didn’t feel it suited him as if something was off, or missing. She just couldn’t put her finger on it.
As they moved from the living room into the kitchen, because the dinning room was basically a corner with art on its three small space walls. It was like the dining room had been transformed into the living room to expand his baseball paraphilia.
Jensen asks, “Wanna have a seat? Tea or coffee?”
Ginger nods and replies, “I’ll take tea.”
Jensen smiles and it warms up the room. He says, “I enjoy tea as well, so ask me anything you like while we wait.”
Ginger sucks her teeth and wonders, “How do I ask a thousand questions in three minutes?”
Chapter Four:
Sitting next to this stranger with the chance of uncovering her past, and getting answers about her parents that still haunted her. Where to begin?
Ginger asks, “So why did my parents ask you for your blood? What makes you so special?”
He smiles and sits up straighter, taking a second to collect his thoughts. Ginger takes a sip of her tea.
Ginger waits patiently, each second felt like a lifetime without answers. She was reframing from reading his mind out of respect.
Jensen says, “I am happy to be a demon. I am also a half witch-elf hybrid. I am unique, old and powerful. All that combined made me special, so you’re parents wanted demon abilities in your blood in case the prophecy was true about you. An unfair advantage but screw destiny if stole your freedom from you.”
Ginger smiles at that comment.
Jensen asks, “What?”
Ginger replies, “I never heard anyone come out and say the hell with fate.”
Jensen answers, “Its all bullshit. We make our own luck and each decision makes us who we are. Your parents wanted nothing but the best for you, regardless of everything else that life may through at you.”
Ginger nods, unaware she had silently began to cry. She whipped away a few tears, before she could ask for tissue. Jensen conjured it and the man handed some over. He was powerful, and she wondered she was strong and only time will add to her abilities.
She says, “Thanks. Am I powerful because I have your blood or is my magic tied with yours’ to triple mine.”
Jensen replies, “A little of both I guess. I am older so with age come higher magic usage and knowledge, but at the same time don’t sell yourself short. Your parents knew you’d be extraordinary, so with my blood gives you a chance to face unprecedented odds.”
Ginger breathed deeply taking all this in. She wonders, “Am I ready to hear more?”
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