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I have to confess- I'm not on a quest, or wasn't when I met you. It was probably the biggest lie I've ever told, and I've told a few whoppers. For the record, I'm really sorry about all of the little lies too, but I don't really have time to apologize for all of them right now. Gotta focus on the big ones. So this is me, trying to right a wrong I made. I lied to you and may have caused the end of the world. But this doesn't make any sense to you right now- I mean- you don't even know me, so I'll have to explain it.

My name's DeviTka. We met once. I'm a demi-god, which really isn't that cool. I mean, at first it was, but then it sort of went sour when boys started trying to kill me. It didn't take that long, so I only had about 6 seconds to enjoy it.

See, it started in a retirement home, up in Toronto, Canada.

I volunteered at the elderly home for the 40 hours of community service that all high schoolers are required to achieve before graduations. It's the standard for all public schools in my province (We joke it's because the governement doesn't have enough criminals to sweep the streets for them). The job was easy, simple: just give the old people their food, wheel them around to activities, then get out. For a kid with ADHD it wasn't the best job, but hey, I also wanted to graduate, so I sucked it up.I didn't have anywhere to go to: I got kicked out of the local homeless shelter and soup kitchen for starting fights with the clients. I was banned from the animal shelter because a mistake. There was this huge, hulking dog, and I swear it's mother had to be a horse it was so huge. Everyone else was too scared to go near it, so they voted that I feed story short, it attacked me. I kicked it away, and it ran off into the night. Truthfully, I felt a little sad about kicking it, but it was trying to bite my head off. Here, however, it was relatively tame. And by relatively tame, I mean soul-crushingly boring.

The walls were a bland shade of beige, with potted plants at regular intervals, and bad fluorescent lighting, making the entire building look surreal and other-worldly. It encouraged you to think about whether or not you'd like to live long enough to make it to this place. The old people were alright too. A few crazies, but overall it was a good gig, I suppose: no one has tried to bite me yet.

Speaking of crazies...

"Hello, Mrs. Gordon!" I smiled at the elderly lady as I walked into her drab room, carrying her plate of grey food. Mrs. Gordon smiled back at me, her eyes betraying that her mind was a little frayed under the messy blue-rinsed hair.

Mrs. Gordon was 94 years old. She liked kittens and watching natural disasters on the news. She had a special jar of lemon drops reserved for those special occasions, when she would crack it open and suck on a number of the sour candies depending on how bad the damage was.

Today, the jar was next to her, and there was a solitary drop next to it on the table. It had been a one-candy day. Nothing bad must have happened.

"Hello, dear. How's your father?" she asked, pointing to the television with one frail and wrinkly finger. A report of a meteor shower above Texas had made the news. It was unexpected, but no one was hurt, thankfully. A few barns and trucks were wrecked, however, which was probably the reason the jar was out. "He seems cranky today." The old woman winked as she popped the candy in her mouth.

"I told you, I don't know where my father is, Mrs. Gordon." I said, and sighed. She would bring him up constantly, as if she expected me to know him, to talk to him often. He left my mom before I was born, so I didn't have any idea where he went, and wasn't interested. I had a new step-dad. Mom married him when I was five. He's a cool dude. I tried telling Mrs. Gordon about him, but she insisted on talking about my real father. She tutted, making her wrinkles shift around her face like fine cobwebs. "Have you even tried to look?"

I rolled my eyes. How stupid would that be? Even if I found him, what would I say? Hiya, Pops! I'm your kid that you don't know about! What have you been up to? Any other siblings I should worry about? On a list of things to do, finding my dad would be near the bottom, next to waxing my legs and becoming a Satanist."Not at all."

"What a lazy child." muttered the old woman.

"I can still hear you." I muttered back.

"What a lazy, stupid child." she said, louder this time.

Part of me wanted to laugh. She was a sassy lady. The other part of me was indignant. I settled for something in between. "Thank you Mrs. Gordon, I'll just leave and never come back." I said with humour as I opened the door to leave.

"That's what they all say!" she cackled before the door closed behind me.

I shook my head at Mrs. Gordon. She was head and shoulders above the rest of the elderlies at the rest home. Most of them could barely remember their own names, but Mrs. Gordon had them beat when it came to craziness. Despite having more bats in her belfry than an entire natural cave, she was the highlight of my day. As I checked the clock, I realized the worst time of the day was coming.

Bingo.

After delivering the meals to the old people, I had to wheel the infirm into the activities room for bingo, and then sit through the entire 2 and a half hour Purgatory of "B 9"s and "I 34"s. I could die in there and no one would even notice until someone won. I couldn't even bring my DS, because it was 'distracting.' It was hell for someone with ADHD.

I checked my clipboard for the name of the person I would be wheeling. At first, the name was fuzzy, and I blinked a few times. The stupid fluorescent lights made everything hard to see, even on top of my dyslexia. I squinted a bit harder to make out the name. Mrs. Anne, room 176. At least, I was pretty sure that's what it said.

Sighing, I started walking down the hallway. I knocked on the door, opening slowly. "Mrs. Anne? I'm here to take you to bingo, ma'am?"

As it turns out, Mrs. Anne was already in her wheelchair, and she was arranging a tartan blanket over her legs with absolute severity. She glanced up at me by the door, a frown deepening the wrinkles around her mouth until they looked like they were carved in pale, blotched wood."Get over here, girl, I need to get a look at you."

"O-okay." I said, and I walked closer, standing straight as if I was being inspected.

The old lady grabbed her glasses and fumbled to put them on her nose. When she did, they perched at the tip, as if they could fall at any second. She peered through them at me only to recoil in shock. "You're borwn!" she cried.

Oh my god. I got a racist old lady, I thought How the hell do get away with being racist nowadays? It's the twenty-first century! Even if she looks like she was born in the eighteenth, that's no excuse.

I sighed, and fought the urge to just leave. I needed the volunteer hours to graduate. I needed to graduate so I could get a job. I pictured myself in my graduation uniform dipolma in hand while Pomp and Circumstance was playing. "Yeah, my family's from India." I said through gritted teeth to Mrs. Anne

She didn't look any less repulsed. "What are you doing here?" she demanded, as if I was a rat that had wandered up from the sewers.

"I'm supposed to take you to bingo, although with that attitude, I'm beginning to think that you might just have to wheel yourself down to activity room." I snapped at her.

"Don't think I won't report you for neglecting your duties, missy. I still gotta to bingo- I'll be damned to hell if I'd let that Mrs. Gordon beat me again!" she shook her cane- I kid you not- literally shook her cane in righteous indignation.

I sighed, thinking that this might not be the best idea. "Let's get this over with then." I mumbled as I grabbed her wheelchair and rolled her out the door.

Mrs. Anne muttered racist remarks under her breath and I tried my best to ignore her. The brown plywood doors couldn't go by fast enough, let me tell you. After about five minutes, thankfully, we arrived at the activity room.

It was a bigger version of the halls- beige wallpaper, flourescent lighting and potted plants and when we got there, it was just starting to fill with people. Mrs. Gordon was already seated at her usual place. Her and Mrs. Anne locked eyes and the hair on my arms rose. The animosity between them was tangible.

"Put me over there." commanded Mrs Anne, and pointed like a sea captain at a seat directly opposite to Mrs. Gordon. I rolled my eyes, but wheeled her over anyway.

"Eve." hissed Mrs. Anne as we came closer

Mrs. Gordon snapped out of her daze and looked around. She caught sight of me and my passenger."Abigail!" crowed Mrs Gordon. "Ready to loose?"

"In your dreams, Eve."

I turned to leave the two alone with their rivalry, when Mrs. Gordon called out to me. "Say hello to your father for me!"

Forcing a smile to my face, I turned back to face her. "Sure thing, Mrs. Gordon."

I looked around the room, trying to find someplace to sit where I wouldn't be a bother, when I spoted a dude, about my age standing in the corner. He looked uncomfortable and like her was looking for something through his dark messy hair. Probably looking for someplace inconspicuous, like me, I thought.

"Hey!" I said, walking towards him. He started, like he was surprised that someone had noticed him then glared at me.

"Who are you?" he demanded. "What do you want?

He looked up at me, and I was startled by his eyes for a moment. They... shone, as if light was sparking inside them. "Uhm..." I said, instinctively backing away. "Sorry. I just... thought you were someone else..." I lied.

The boy sniffed the air, and focused on me. He stepped forward. "Who are you?" he asked, more intently this time. I stared at him, and realized with a jolt that his eyes were sparking. Little bolts of electricity was running through them, lighting up his irises.

I stepped back again, looking at this boy fully this time. His clothes were old and dirty- patches missing in some places even- and peeking out from behind him were dark wings, that looked intangible as it made from smoke.

Yeah, wings. This dude had wings.

My instincts started screaming at me to run.

"I-I need to go." I said, the words coming out in a rush. As I turned, he caught my arm, yanking me back.

"Not do fast, demi-god." he hissed the last word like a curse.

And that's when the window exploded

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