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those
swirling orbs of ocean, deep and emotional. "You were born too
strong to contain your own power. You could have lost control and
killed everyone around you but your mother and yourself. We felt
that it was necessary to separate you from that power to protect
the people around you. Your mother and I both agreed—we made the
decision to remove your powers together." He let his voice drift
off as his eyes shifted over and became almost sorrowful.
"But, but...why are you giving them back to
me now?" I shook my head and rubbed my temples with the tips of my
middle fingers. "What the heck are you NOT telling me?" I shook my
head in bitter pain.
Sighing, he leaned back in his chair and
slumped. "Look," his accent became sort of gangsterish—making me
think of The Godfather and other terrible
movies that I refused to watch. "I can't tell yous everythin' but
what I can tell yous is this—yous are a demigod. Half the
one and half the udder. Yous..," he jabbed his finger at me like he
was making me an offer that I couldn't refuse, "yous are going to
be the muddah of an incredible child. She's gonna be big, you hear
me?! Big!"
My chin must have been scraping the floor
because I couldn't believe my ears! My father was talking like a
real honest-to-goodness gangster. Did they still even talk like
that anymore?!
"Again, I tell yous that yous have to
fulfill the prophecy. Do yous hear me, little girl?" He pointed a
sausage finger at me as he rubbed his muscular belly with his other
hand. Dad really gets into character when he does the Jersey
Shore bit, I'd say.
"Yeah, I hear you." Geesh.
Sitting up straight, he leaned forward and
looked at me, speaking with a more charitable tone, sounding less
like a gangster every second. "I think that I also need to be a
little more specific to prepare you for your coming challenge."
This time his voice was dripping with British
undertones—reminiscent of the 007 Bond series. Was it Sean Connery
I was listening to in his accent? Hmmmmm.
"Raven, you must fulfill the prophecy. Five beings, selected by fate, one child conceived in magic, one
day where the world stands still, and then the ultimate sacrifice
made for love alone ." He nodded at me as if I understood it
all. "Ahh," he sighed and rolled his head back with his eyes
closed, "to be in your shoes. What an opportunity to feel alive!"
He threw a giant fist into the air as he made a guttural "Hoorah"
like a Marine. Guess a few Special Forces are in there too . Creeeeepy .
I was beginning to feel twitchy as I watched
him react and tried to digest everything that he had just shared
with me. Too much information at one time would cause my mind to
meltdown, possibly even black out. Oh yeah, I already did
that. Maybe I'll actually wake up this time .
"I think it's time I get out of here."
Dylan nodded, opening his eyes and
straightening his head to eye me cautiously. "I have one more topic
of importance that I need to talk to you about before you escape
back to your reality." Was it really escaping when you were
afraid of where you going to end up?
"Okay..."
"The vampire..."
"Yes?" My eyebrows furrowed and I looked at
him deliberately with a warning deeply embedded. This could not
be good at all .
"You must break it off with him." Dylan said
flatly.
"What?! Why?!" My voice shook and I
immediately felt like I had no say about the topic. My dad was
making me break up with Solomon? What? Was I sixteen?!
"Nothing good could ever come from a
relationship with him. You must break it off before it ever
begins." He began to pick his fingernails while he spoke to me,
giving him something to focus on instead of looking directly at me.
There must have been some really gunky stuff underneath because he
was spending extra attention underneath his right thumb.
Heat swelled into my face and my heart
pounded painfully as I considered what he had just said. "What?
What could possibly cause you to want me to break things off with
Solomon? We aren't
swirling orbs of ocean, deep and emotional. "You were born too
strong to contain your own power. You could have lost control and
killed everyone around you but your mother and yourself. We felt
that it was necessary to separate you from that power to protect
the people around you. Your mother and I both agreed—we made the
decision to remove your powers together." He let his voice drift
off as his eyes shifted over and became almost sorrowful.
"But, but...why are you giving them back to
me now?" I shook my head and rubbed my temples with the tips of my
middle fingers. "What the heck are you NOT telling me?" I shook my
head in bitter pain.
Sighing, he leaned back in his chair and
slumped. "Look," his accent became sort of gangsterish—making me
think of The Godfather and other terrible
movies that I refused to watch. "I can't tell yous everythin' but
what I can tell yous is this—yous are a demigod. Half the
one and half the udder. Yous..," he jabbed his finger at me like he
was making me an offer that I couldn't refuse, "yous are going to
be the muddah of an incredible child. She's gonna be big, you hear
me?! Big!"
My chin must have been scraping the floor
because I couldn't believe my ears! My father was talking like a
real honest-to-goodness gangster. Did they still even talk like
that anymore?!
"Again, I tell yous that yous have to
fulfill the prophecy. Do yous hear me, little girl?" He pointed a
sausage finger at me as he rubbed his muscular belly with his other
hand. Dad really gets into character when he does the Jersey
Shore bit, I'd say.
"Yeah, I hear you." Geesh.
Sitting up straight, he leaned forward and
looked at me, speaking with a more charitable tone, sounding less
like a gangster every second. "I think that I also need to be a
little more specific to prepare you for your coming challenge."
This time his voice was dripping with British
undertones—reminiscent of the 007 Bond series. Was it Sean Connery
I was listening to in his accent? Hmmmmm.
"Raven, you must fulfill the prophecy. Five beings, selected by fate, one child conceived in magic, one
day where the world stands still, and then the ultimate sacrifice
made for love alone ." He nodded at me as if I understood it
all. "Ahh," he sighed and rolled his head back with his eyes
closed, "to be in your shoes. What an opportunity to feel alive!"
He threw a giant fist into the air as he made a guttural "Hoorah"
like a Marine. Guess a few Special Forces are in there too . Creeeeepy .
I was beginning to feel twitchy as I watched
him react and tried to digest everything that he had just shared
with me. Too much information at one time would cause my mind to
meltdown, possibly even black out. Oh yeah, I already did
that. Maybe I'll actually wake up this time .
"I think it's time I get out of here."
Dylan nodded, opening his eyes and
straightening his head to eye me cautiously. "I have one more topic
of importance that I need to talk to you about before you escape
back to your reality." Was it really escaping when you were
afraid of where you going to end up?
"Okay..."
"The vampire..."
"Yes?" My eyebrows furrowed and I looked at
him deliberately with a warning deeply embedded. This could not
be good at all .
"You must break it off with him." Dylan said
flatly.
"What?! Why?!" My voice shook and I
immediately felt like I had no say about the topic. My dad was
making me break up with Solomon? What? Was I sixteen?!
"Nothing good could ever come from a
relationship with him. You must break it off before it ever
begins." He began to pick his fingernails while he spoke to me,
giving him something to focus on instead of looking directly at me.
There must have been some really gunky stuff underneath because he
was spending extra attention underneath his right thumb.
Heat swelled into my face and my heart
pounded painfully as I considered what he had just said. "What?
What could possibly cause you to want me to break things off with
Solomon? We aren't
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