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there’s only one way I can find the answers I seek. I have to keep reading. And whatever I may find, I have to accept it. Because this is me. This is my story.

Chapter Three

    The morning light greets me with warm kisses of sunshine. I chuckle at the irony and rub my tired eyes. It feels too early but my alarm clock tells me it’s close to noon. I spent the better part of the early morning hours reading through my mother’s book until I fell asleep, sometime around 4am. I had gotten close to the end, reading about my birth mother, Natalia, and her conquests as a bad ass Dark Hunter, hunter of the enemy race of Warlocks that had tormented her kind, our kind, for years. I smile at the read memory, wishing I could’ve met her. Anyone that could single handedly lure and annihilate an evil adversary is pretty freaking awesome in my book. 
    Wait a minute. So am I accepting this tale of fantasy and myth? Can I actually believe in this stuff? Do I really even have a choice? Nothing in my life has made sense and finally I have just an inkling of hope that I just didn’t fall from the sky or come down in the mouth of a stork. I have to hold onto to something but can I really instill my trust in a fairytale?
    Thankful for no classes on Fridays, I stretch and trudge out of bed, and prepare to face my next challenge: my mom, Donna. She’s got some serious explaining to do and I’ve got a shitload of questions. She had to have known all along about where I came from. Why didn’t she tell me? She must suspect that I’m in here, confused, hurt and angry with her and my dad. I have half a mind to stall and torture her with my silence. But that passive aggressive crap has never been my style. I put my big girl panties on and head to the kitchen where I know she’ll be and decide to face this head on. My birth mother, Natalia, wasn’t a punk, and neither am I. I guess the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree in that respect.
    I make my way down the hall, passing my dad’s empty study. He won’t be home until later tonight and I’m interested to get his take on my sudden revelation. He always seemed so up front with me, never treating me like a child and letting me make my own decisions. However in this case, information was withheld so I couldn’t form an opinion. I frown in disappointment.
    The kitchen is immaculately clean, as is the rest of the house, aside from my room, of course. Donna is at the sink, washing the blender she used to make my smoothie, which is sitting on the breakfast table. Suddenly our morning ritual seems tainted- a lie, like my entire life. I sit down and wait for her to acknowledge my presence. Seems like I’m not the only one who’s stalling.
    “Good morning, sweetheart,” my mom greets me sullenly as she dries her perfectly manicured hands on a dish towel. She grabs her cup of tea and sits down across from me, eyeing me thoughtfully. Maybe she’s expecting me to flip out and yell at her. Maybe I should. She fingers her blonde bob in expectation of my response.
    “Morning, Mom.” No matter what, this woman is still my mother. She raised me and deserves my respect. 
    Donna instantly relaxes and gives me a rueful half-smile. “So… I’m sure you have questions. Let me start by saying that we never meant to keep secrets from you. You have to understand. We had to wait for the right time,” she explains. She takes a sip of her tea, opening the platform to me.
    “ The right time? How could you determine that? I’ve been lost my whole life, not knowing where I fit in! And you could’ve rectified that! And you wait all this time to tell me I’m some kind of supernatural freak ?!” I feel my blood starting to boil and remember the mystical auburn glow. I instantly will myself to calm down in fear that it will happen again and scare the living shit out of my mom. “Look, I don’t know what to think about all this. I don’t even know if it’s real. I’m just confused.”
    “Well,