A New Story

So this is my first Power of Five story. This is set twenty years after Oblivion. This is, well, about the children of the Five. It is nothing serious and it is sort of pointless, but…

Let's continue now. Thanks to TheSixthGatekeeper for prompting me. I hope you like it.


Helen and Ellen looked at their fathers. Helen glared at her father Scott who glared back just as well. Ellen looked at Jamie with adoring eyes. Jamie smiled at his daughter and placed his hand on her head.

"Look papa," Helen said, as if talking to a five year old, "I am not interested in coming to meet your friends right now. I have work to do."

Scott's eyes narrowed. "Well, I am interested in taking you along right now because I have work to do."

"Papa, you cannot make me."

"You are coming with me."

Helen's eyes sort of went blank, but only for a second. She smirked.

"You know what? I have inherited your powers. You can't control me, dad-dy!" Helen batted her eyes.

"Oh man! No! This girl is driving me mad!"

"Scott, calm down. We've heard Helen. What about you Ellen?"

Love dripped like honey from his words. Ellen smiled. "Of course I will dad!" she exclaimed, "I want to make many, many friends!"

Fourteen year old Helen glared at her cousin.

"You look like me! You should act like me as well!" she growled. "Helen," Ellen said, "You were born one minute fifty seconds after me. You look like me. And so if behaviour is concerned with looks, then you should be behaving like me."

Helen made a face and looked at her father. "Fine!" she said in exasperation, "But this better not be boring alright?"

Scott folded his arms across his chest. "What will you do if it is boring?"

Helen smirked again. "I will tell mom what you think about her. I will also tell her who spoilt her dress by spilling that tea on it."

Ellen gasped. "Uncle…you dropped the tea on the dress! After that aunty became all crazy and she and mother broke into a fight!" she said and then in an accusing tone continued, "You caused it!"

"Scott, what do you think of Myra?" Jamie asked in surprise.

Scott turned to his daughter with a guilty glance. His demeanour changed in a second.

"My dearest Helen! You are such a…good…innocent…LOVELY child!" The words 'Good', 'Innocent' and 'LOVELY' seemed to take all of his self-control to utter without sounding sarcastic.

"So it won't be boring, right pa-pa?"

"It won't," Jamie said, "Our friends are one of a kind. And their children are also as weird-sorry-I mean as good as you both."

"That would be fun," Helen muttered and then looked at her father, "You packed your bags?"

"No."

Helen gave him a look that suggested that he was half mad. "So who will do the packing?"

"I will do my packing. You do yours," Scott replied.

Helen made a disgusted face. "Dad!" she said, "We are a family! And in a family there is nothing like 'my packing' or 'your packing'. It's just packing!"

"So you pack both of our stuff," Scott replied with a smirk. It was soon wiped off his face.

"Me? Packing? I think you are forgetting that the last time I had packed-"

"You had packed me in the big bag!" Ellen screamed and hugged her uncle.

"Exactly! This time I might pack somebody else. And anyway, such a responsible job should be done by a responsible person like yourself. I am pretty useless in all of this."

"In the past fourteen years when exactly have you been useful?" Scott asked in mock politeness.

"Many times. I very useful when it comes to threatening or fighting or extracting money from mom. Oh yes! I simply forgot! I have to persuade mom into making delicious food for the way. I'm very persuasive dad! I'll get the work done!" Helen said and then ran off.

Scott beat his head against the wall thrice. "Scott, control," Jamie said.

"Yes," Scott said and stopped himself from beating his head again.

"I wish she were like a normal girl. Having a tomboy as your only kid is a little…"

"Dangerous," Jamie completed. "Yeah," Scott nodded his head in agreement.

"Don't worry uncle. I'll pack everything," Ellen said. Scott smiled at his niece and embraced her. "Nah. You go out and play," he said, "We'll manage."

Ellen nodded and then ran out.

"Sometimes I get very confused," Jamie said after a while. "What do you mean?"

"Between Ellen and Helen. They are cousins yet they look like identical twins like you and me, Scott. Their age difference is also only of one minute fifty seconds."

This was true. Both the girls had deep dark eyes like their fathers, black hair till the shoulders and dark skin of their mothers.

"You know the reason Jamie," Scott said.

"Of course I do. We both are twins, and their mothers are also twins!"

"Their mothers' mothers are also twins," Scott added.

"And their mothers' fathers are also twins!" Jamie said as if it was unbelievable.

"And their mothers' mothers' mothers were also twins!"

"And their mothers' fathers' are also twins."

"And-"

"No Jamie. Stop it at that. The whole family is made up of identical twins. That's the main thing," Scott said. He was holding his head tightly.

"You are right. We'll die of confusion if we continue."

Scott looked at Jamie all of a sudden.

"How did they inherit our powers?"

"Don't ask how they inherited our powers, ask why they inherited our powers."

"Point to be noted."

The twins just looked at each other.

Helen ran into the room. "You're still here? You don't have any work to do? I even persuaded mom to cook such a big list!" She untied the paper rope from around her waist. It was the list. It was longer than the heights of all the three of them combined.

Scott sighed. What had he done to deserve this?

Helen shook her head, cast one look at them and ran away, muttering about lazy adults.

"AAHH!" Scott cried out angrily. "Control, Scott, control!" Jamie said. Scott nodded and the two brothers headed up the stairs to do their packing.


I don't think you are glad of telling me to write a story now. Anyway, the characters are AU but there is a reason for that. This story is set twenty years after the battle of Oblivion and everyone is having a happy family (though I am not sure whether the Five are themselves happy or no). I am giving its genre as humour but if you don't find it funny, please tell me. I don't want my stories to have wrong genres. Thanks for reading and please review.