The day I turned eighteen, I was still not up to par with my parents' standards.
If I can call them "parents".
They are going to have me executed.
Then what will I be reborn as?
A human?
A donkey?
Will I even be reborn?
I won't know until that fateful day.
"get up"
My mother commanded firmly.
" We are discarding trash today"
By trash she likely meant me.
"No"
I replied.
What the hell am I doing?
I just said no to the queen of cryptids?
" Excuse me? I gave you life and I can surely take it away. Now get up"
"I SAID NO!"
I bellowed at her, causing her to flinch.
Her face went red with anger.
"JARR! GET IN HERE! THIS GARBAGE NEEDS TO LEARN ITS PLACE"
I heard the loud thumping of my father's feet coming towards my room.
" What's going on here?"
He stood menacingly in the doorway.
Slowly pulling a whip from his belt.
"I'll let you handle it"
My mother gave me a smirk and walked away.
Leaving me alone with my father.
He cracked his whip in the air.
I'm so done for.
Then I started to feel something rising within me.
Not vomit.
Not anger.
No.
It felt like magic.
That's the only way I could describe it.
Then I felt it rise to my mouth.
But then I realized.
Would it taste bad?
It probably would.
I pictured it moving to my hands
and they felt stronger.
I hope they were.
Because I was gonna beat the shit out of my so-called "father".
I dive in for a punch.
And I hit him.
He gets sent flying across the room and crashes into the wall.
He doesn't look angry though.
He looks proud.
" You can use Magna at eighteen? Looks like you aren't trash after all!"
He let out a hearty laugh and called out to my mother.
" Hey Kara! Our son can use Magna!"
I heard her gasp from the other room.
What is going on?
What is Magna?
I guess I'll have to find out…