Candles lay around the room. Their flickering light casting shadows along the white walls. Papers with drawings and scribbling in other languages were thrown about the floor.
It seemed as if a tornado had hit the room. Pictures were thrown and various things littered the floor.
A young girl with red hair sat in the middle of the room. Her forehead beaded with sweat and her chest moving rapidly up and down as her lips moved almost inaudibly with unidentified words. Suddenly she stopped and her eyes snapped open wide. She stared on in amazement as she looked ahead.
The red head let out a sharp laugh. "I did it."
A door opened and closed, bringing in a young girl as well as the cold winter air. The girl struggled to close the door as the wind pushed back making the door hard to close. With a grunt she pushed the door closed and locked it. She turned to walk into her living room as she bumped into a candle causing it spill over getting wax on the carpet and extinguishing the light.
"Dammit." She sighed and picked up the candle. She winced as the hot wax hit her finger, trying to scoop up the melted wax from the carpet before it dried. "What's with all the candles?" she called out to the other inhabitant of the house.
"Hey, Millie!" The redhead greeted from her spot on the floor. "The lights went out a few hours ago."
Millie placed the candle on the table to her left and scraped her finger on the edge, leaving the clump of dried wax on the table.
She shimmied out of her coat and placed it on the coat rack. "Yeah, not surprised." She said referring to the snow storm they were currently having. She was lucky to get off work early before it got too bad out there.
Millie walked into the living room and froze.
"What are you doing?" the girl asked, her brow furrowing, as she took in the complete mess in her living room.
She saw her sister sitting in the middle of the floor breathing heavily as if she just got done running a mile. Her red hair was matted to her forehead from dried sweat.
She followed her younger sisters eyes to where they rested across the room. There, on the floor, laid a young girl who appeared to be sleeping, her chest slowly moving up and down with steady breaths. Warm brown skin, dark brown hair, and long legs took up a section of the floor.
"What is this?" the young girl whispered. Taking in the scene in front of her as realization dawned on her. "What did you do, Aryn?"
"Well, what do you mean?" her eyes finally tearing away from the girl to look up at her sister. "You said to hide it; to make sure no one would be able to find it. What's more perfect than this?" she had a small smile on her face. She was mentally patting herself on the back with a job well done.
"I know what I said. But I didn't for you to put inside it inside a girl. Who is she? Did you kidnap her? You can't do that." Her voice was low.
Aryn looked at her big sister in confusion. "I didn't put it inside a girl. I made the girl."
That stopped her in her tracks. "Excuse me?" she whispered in disbelief. She had to hear it again. She hoped she had heard wrong.
Aryn smiled, happy with her accomplishment. "I didn't think I could do it, but I did. It took a lot of my power and feel like I'm going to pass out any minute, but…isn't it awesome? It's the perfect cover up. No one would suspect a thing."
Millie let her sister babble on. She was still processing the information that her sister had formed a whole new human being. Wasn't God the only one who was supposed to be able to do that?
"This is really strong magic. How did you even do this?"
"I've been practicing…" she muttered as she stood from her position on the floor.
"Do you even know what you've done? What the consequences could be? What if the Sons need the power? What then?" she nervously ran a hand through her dark brown hair.
"The power works the exact same way as the Sons…will it away and she dies." She walked to couch and picked up a blanket and proceeded to place it over the girl's naked form. "Chances are we won't even need to use the power. She could grow up and live a normal life."
"Normal? What is normal about this?" she sighed and sat down running her hands through her dark hair. She gone for half the day and her sister decided to make a girl? Was she crazy?
Millie stared at the girl. She looked around her sister's age, 16 or 17. "What about her childhood, memories, parents, friends." She started listing off the things normal girls would have that this one wouldn't. She wouldn't have any memories, no recollection of a childhood, or growing up with parents and friends. "I'm pretty sure when she wakes up she'll have a ton of questions. How do we explain them? How do we explain us?"
"I gave her memories." Aryn stated matter of factly.
Millie stared at her in shock. How powerful was her sister? It scared her to no end that she could create a human being. What else was she capable of?
"A childhood, parents, friends; I gave her everything. She has a favorite food, a favorite band, color. She'll be your typical teenager."
"What about us."
"We're her best friends. We all grew up together. We're like another family to her." She reached for a notebook that was lying by her feet. "I wrote everything down. You may want to look at it before she wakes."
Millie hesitantly took the notebook. Not even bothering to glance inside. She was not comfortable with this plan. It made her uneasy.
"And the Sons…how do we tell them about her?"
"I haven't really thought of that yet?"
Millie scoffed. "Really? Seems like you had everything pretty figured out with creating a girl and all."
Aryn glared.
Mille sighed again. "Ok, maybe we should wait in telling them about her and the power. I don't think it will go over so well if we just waltz up to them and spill our secrets."
Aryn nodded, agreeing with her sister.
Millie looked at the girl. She thought this would end in disaster. Nothing good could come from this. But it was already done. The girl was already flesh and blood. What could she do but just pray for the best and hope with all her heart that everything would work just fine.
"So…should we name her?" she felt as if the girl was their pet.
Aryn nodded in excitement. "Of Course! Her name is Taren."