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open since Natalia used so much of her own magic to heal me. Things became crystal clear. Everywhere I’d go, I could see power! So I could tell who had a little something extra.” She winks at me. 
    “The Dark and the Light, disguised in plain sight as ordinary people- I could see them. It was amazing and frightening at the same time. All this time, thinking I was interacting with regular people, I was in the presence of great power. Power that could have killed us all in seconds.” 
    She looks down and shakes her head. When she returns her gaze to me, compassion and solemnity are in her eyes. “You have no idea how much is out there. It’s so overwhelming, I couldn’t take away your childhood with knowledge of all of that. If you feel confused now, imagine how you’d digest that as a little girl. You would have never been free from worry and fear. And of course, you could potentially expose the secrets that so many have died for. They would have locked you in a mental institution. Or worse.” Worse?  
    “So my mother, Natalia, she helped you. And in turn, you took me in?” I want to understand how and why Natalia had to die. And why she chose Donna and Chris to protect and care for me. “And what about Dad?” 
    Donna’s eyes grow wide with question and apprehension. She’s looking everywhere but at me. “Um, what do you mean?” she stammers.
    “You know, Chris. My dad,” I say a bit more condescendingly than I intend. “Did he know her too?” 
    “Oh, yes, Chris,” she exhales, a hint of relief in her voice. I take note of it and file it away for later. “He knew her. She is the one who assured me that his heart is pure. She said he was a natural protector and would never let anyone harm those that he loves. I was so untrusting and wary of people after the attack. Chris showed me how to live again.” 
    There’s love in her eyes. I am relieved at the sentiment because I know that I was accepted into a real family, one built of real love. Not a constructed ruse to imitate a normal household for my sake.
    “Are there many more like me?” I ask. I gulp down the rest of my now room temperature smoothie. Ick!
    “There are supernatural beings all around us, but no… No one quite like you,” she smiles. Typical moms, always thinking their kid is special.
    “Why don’t I have any magical powers? Aren’t I part….Enchantress?” The word sounds ridiculous out loud. 
    “You don’t but you will. Immense power. I don’t know what kind though.”
    Immense power? I am momentarily floored. I can’t imagine having power over anyone or anything! I can’t even control my mediocre GPA, my hopeless love life or my crappy job. Which unfortunately, I have to be at in less than an hour. I’m not ready to end this conversation, not while my mom is being so forthcoming. How can I possibly work, knowing that there are mythological creatures roaming around? Now I can understand my parents’ apprehension at telling me sooner. 
    After a hot, soothing shower to wash the stench of club smoke out of my hair, I take a long look at myself in the vanity mirror. I don’t look magical. And there’s nothing enchanting about me. Almond-shaped hazel eyes stare back at me, puzzled, searching for answers. 
    What am I? 
    I exhale loudly and commence to combing out my long dark locks. I’m more confused about my identity than ever.
    I retreat to my room to pick out my outfit. One of the many downfalls of working at a generic retail clothing store is wearing their merchandise like walking, talking billboards. Luckily I get a pretty sizeable discount and most of the clothes are bearable. I slip on a pair of jeans, a tee, and flats. Time to blend in with the common mortals! 
    Work is as dull and mundane as ever. I fetch sizes and ring up purchases in my usual robotic, yet painstakingly polite manner. By 7pm, I am in desperate need of a coffee and trot down to Starbucks during my break. 
    Sitting down in a comfy chair