She sat there speechless . How, no that was wrong, just plain wrong. How many of her friends died. How many of them slowly were driven to madness, or even worse fell victim to unspeakable abominations. No he had to be wrong. He just had to.''
Even as the sun's rays hit her she felt cold. The feeling of helplessness and defeat, slowly consuming her. Just what was real and what was fake. Did she really save people or was it all just a set up. These thoughts and more ran thru her mind, slowly driving her closer and closer to the breaking point once again.
Then her uncle spoke again.
''It's weird don't you think? How the grass is always greener on the other side. I mean think about it.'' ''Woman gain extraordinary abilities. Fly, use magic, defy the laws of the universe. Don't get me wrong we men get to become Camon Riders or something like it. We gain strength speed and ride really cool ships.''
''The thing is people like me, we don't get that. Un like you or your dad we never heard the call, not because we missed it but because it was never meant for us.'' As the words left his lips she could see how strained his smile really was.
''Don't get me wrong woman are in the same boat as us, but for some reason you girls have a higher adaptability to magic and all of those amazing powers.'' I remember when I was younger, how I would dress up as a superhero and imagine myself battling crime. You can guess how it felt when your dad became Cherry. It gets even worse when you consider just what kind of person he is.'' He said, as his smile disappeared and for a man that was barely going to be thirty he seemed to look older all of a sudden.
''I remember talking to you aunt about this.'' She saw his smile come back for a brief instant. ''Bet you didn't know she was a magical girl too?''
''...'' She wanted to say something, anything, but no matter how hard she tried the words never formed.
''Her own words were: ''I started this trying to help people, but as i got older I realized that thing weren't black and white. The witches I killed all had families, and they would never know what happened to them. You know one day I sat down at the park and watched the kids play. I wanted to talk to people, tell them about the amazing things I've seen, only to realize there was no one to talk to.
What I did, actually separated me, from the people around me. Being around others like me made it even worse, because somewhere deep down I knew I would have to be the one that killed them, or the other way around.'' After that she cried for hours.'' ''The worse part about it, was that I couldn't help her. Not at that moment.'' He said, while looking at the sky, somehow looking like a bird with broken wings.
''You know, you could have always com to me for help. I know how your dad is. So why didn't you come to me for help? He asked his attention now fully on her.
''Uncle, how do you know when you're a failure in life?
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As the wind blew, alleviating the sun's heat, her question lingered in the long black hair slowly swaying along with the wind. Had the field they've been in not held the names of so many people long since gone, her uncle would have easily destroyed it.
''Who told you that? who told you, you were a failure? his voice now filled with a mixture of rage and worry.
''It's just that everything I've done has just been wrong. I mean everything is wrong. It wasn't supposed to be this way. ''
''I was supposed to be the hero, you know go in save the day, but instead of people thanking me I'm insulted. Uncle I'm nineteen and I've never had a boyfriend. The thing is even if I had one he would be in danger because if one of enemy found out, he could die.'' she said as tears slowly started to roll down her cheeks.
''Okay, none of that says you're a failure only that you're growing up. The world isn't pretty it's cold. Sometimes even if you help people they won't ever thank you. ''
''Besides if you ask me you shouldn't be dating until you're twenty two.'' he said, his rage now gone
''Out of all the girls I'm the weakest. My magic can't even take care of a class 3 Yoma. My situation in school isn't any better. I' at the bottom of the class and can you believe that someone can actually fail human interaction well I am.'' she said
He chuckled ''Boy that brings back memories, what you just said is; No matter how I try, I never get to see the top prize. Even after all my hard work, all I'm told is how much I screwed up.''
At that moment, every single block of stone in the area, seemed to move horizontally, twisted and turn. ''Look at this place, a Cemetery. I want to show you some thing, look at the name on the tombstone next to you.''
She did written on it was the name; Homura Akemi. She was going to ask who she was when her uncle started talking again.
''She was probably one of the greatest, before your time. Trust me time and time again she failed but that girl never gave up. The thing is everyone else said it was impossible, guess she showed everybody the day she succeeded.''
''What I'm trying to say, is that things are darkness when you're about to succeed.'' ''I bet you anything, that you know more spells than most of the girls you've met.'' he asked
''Yeah, some of the girls I've met don't even know how to do a body change they rely only on power. Some don't even know any healing spell, it's all automatic to them.'' she said, somehow feeling lighter like a weight being removed from her shoulders.
''Um uncle. you said that you didn't get to have the call, and that you couldn't get powers. So what are you?''
