Extreme sadness is difficult to achieve; tormenting of the soul and body. Can anyone live through that level of pain?

Fate Strings

I met the goddess of light on Monday, the 3rd of February. It was an rather odd Monday, especially because I was working and not blowing things up on accident with my "abilities" (Xavier says that I should keep my current situation in "A better light…", like that ever going to happen.). Anyway, I was doing my old day job, cleaning the outside tables at Mirage (the VIP restaurant in downtown San Francisco) when I saw her and man, did she fit the part. She stood out, against the skin and bones we call models. Intact she was the most normal looking girl in the city, with meat still on her bones. But that didn't mean that she was fat; she filled in the right places. I guess she could be called a beach babe version of Kim Kardashian. But I digress, I could spend a year trying to describe her but it would do her justice. Let's just leave it at she's hot, okay? Anyway, she walked right past me; her long sun kissed brown hair blowing past my cheek. She walked halfway down the block before she stopped. She stood there, I'm not sure if she was scared or not but, her designer heels started to shake. She slowly turned around, her eyes turned from a light blue to a clear orange. The second I felt my left eyebrow go up, she was right next to me, sitting at the table I had just cleaned. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her mouth the words,

"I'm so sorry."

I wanted to ask her, so badly, what she meant. But Samuel, my boss, tapped on my shoulder,

"Get this women a drink. This isn't a stripper club; don't stare at our customers like that!" My face turned a bright red and she struggled to stop herself from laughing. Great Samuel, you're such a dick-face. After a while a watching me play waiter, he left. It was only me and her. Me and her; right…I wanted to ask her what was going on ('cause most of the time, I don't know a nothing. Scratch that, all of the time) but when I looked into her (now) blue eyes, I felt a wave of emotions swarm over me. The very emotions that I pushed out of my eyes when I decided to help someone other than myself. To help others, to be able to keep their lives. Even if that meant I would lose mine. Anyway, feeling that for the first time in ages, I knew that I had to get out of there. ASAP. So I rushed inside to get her something to drink. Costumers stared at me as I slammed a glass onto a table and pour water into it. That girl can't be human I thought to myself

Is she a mutant? A friend? An enemy?

As confused as I was; I knew that I had to talk to her. No matter what. I got myself together, and calmly opened the huge white French doors. Thankfully she still sat at the table, texting on her iPhone, when I came up. I placed her glass in front of her. She picked up the glass, and slowly drank the water as she stared at me intently.

Pull yourself together, I thought to myself you'll get your chance. Or better yet, forget about her.

I started to notice that I was clenching my hands into a fist. That's not a good sign. Never a good sign. Sometimes being a freak can be a good thing, after all my instincts are top-notch. Clank! She put down the glass.

"I…" she started to say; her voice was light and flowing like the wind.

She was interrupted by the hand on my shoulder, which was totally unexpected. I guess that I had put all my focus on her; I forgot to pay attention to my surroundings. I turned around, hoping inside that I wouldn't get a punch to the face. Instead of that, I saw a face that I hadn't seen in a really long time. A decade to be precise. Muscular body, really tall, golden hair, and a really big spectacle. There could only be one man that could fit description, and it was the mighty Thor. He looked really odd, not wearing his really thick armor. He just wore a t-shirt and a pair of really worn out jeans. Like the rest of us. Man, I wish I could blend in like him; unfortunately I was born with white hair. You'd think that the gods would want someone like me to be undetectable. But no! (I also wore a red shirt that day too; someone should just paint a bulls-eye on my forehead…)Thor just stood there, looking down at me (Because the guy is like 6"5), with a surprised look on his face. When a god is surprised, that's normally a bad sign.

"Never knew that you worked here Carey." he said.

Unfortunately, he couldn't hide the suspicious tone in his voice, and personally it made me feel awful.

"Thor, it's been years, and it looks like you've forgotten that I told you to call me Sebastian. That's my name. Always have been." I replied.

"Right, I never could remember your first name. It looks like you have met my sister…"

"Sister?"

"Yes, I have a sister… Lucina."

I turned back to her. That's why her eyes were changing colors and why she is so beautiful, she's a god!

"But you have a brother, Loki. Thor, you're so famous nowadays because of the 'eternal struggle between two brothers'. Two brothers. Even the official writings about you guys don't mention a sister."

I found myself very passionate on those last words, I was doing hand gestures and everything. Man, I feel really sorry for Lucina, I was practically telling her that she was lie. I took a deep breath before saying,

"Then what is she the goddess of?"

Thor then took a deep breath, while shaking his head stressfully. Lucina tried to disappear into her chair.

"I am the god of lighting. When lightning strikes, what does it make?" Thor slowly said in an irritated manner.

I could tell that they were both irritated at me, it was probably a family matter that they didn't want anyone to know about. And now, I probably would of left them alone, but something really made me say this…

"People on fire?"