Prologue
Wrecking balls
"And all those things I didn't say are wrecking balls inside my brain…"
-Rachel Platten, Fight Song
I remember…I remember her face when she saw the car. The utter terror. The thunder before the lightning strike. The strike of fear through my heart as I watched her face transform.
My brother and I sat playing patty-cake in the back seat on the way to my ballet recital; content little six-year-olds. I threw my head back in triumphant laughter as I won yet another round-I always beat him-and turned to see my mother's reaction. She looked out the windshield at something I couldn't see, and I quieted down. Time slowed down as her muscles contorted, knowing what's coming, but not how to stop it. She turns to my brother and I, and begins to quickly recite some sort of ancient rhyme; eyes frantic.
"Immortal you shall rise,
Oblivious to their lies,
Taking on powers beyond imagination,
You shall over power even creation,
With fear they look upon you,
Born on the Equinox; one become two,
And you shall save the powers of old,
But beware; for death is also foretold."
I still remember those words…then a bright light…then nothing. And I never saw my mother again.
