~~~Here it is, the long awaited next chapter. More is on the way! Thank you to those faithful followers. Sorry it's only one chapter. I wont be so slow next time! Keep RandRing!~~~

That night as Melenie climbed into bed, she listened for her mother through the wall. If she strained hard enough she could hear her mum's nightly prayers. As a small child she used to hear Bethany speak of her father and sometimes she would talk to him. On these nights she would rush into Beth's bedroom expecting her father to be standing there and, instead, only seeing her mother look up from her prayers.
But tonight as Melenie heard Beth pray for help in teaching Mel about her past and inevitable future and heard her again say a short prayer of strength to her father she didn't rush in. Instead she slipped back under the covers. As Melenie tried to ration this situation out she came upon a logical explanation.
Bethany was an extremely religious person who had the uncanny habit of praying every night. Mel wasn't so religious but did believe in and slightly fear God. But perhaps her mother's story was merely a way of again postponing the truth about her origins. After all, in Bethany's eyes, Mel did have an angel of a father, The Father: God. Perhaps this is what Beth meant. But then, Mel conflicted, how would that explain her mother's view of God as a woman? Then, surely, God would be a mother to all humans, not a father.
With yet another brain headache, Melenie decided to drop the subject until such time when she was more awake. She turned off her light, shut her eyes, and slept peacefully, her mother settling down for the night also.
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The next morning was Saturday to the relief of Melenie. Since there was no rush to get up for school she slept until 9, this time with no dreams. But if she had any intention of sleeping longer she couldn't because of the noise coming from the basement which was right under her room.
Melenie stood up and stretched before putting on her dressing gown. As she descended the steps to the basement the noise became louder.
"Mum? What are you doing?"
"Mel?" Bethany stepped out from behind the washing machine. "Did I wake you up honey? Sorry."
Melenie yawned in reply. "It's okay. What are you doing behind there?"
"Oh, I thought I saw a mouse and when I looked down I saw my shirt that I lost. Remember my nice white one that disappeared last month?"
"Yeah." It's only a shirt, Mel thought. What's so special about it?
"Well now I've pushed the machine away from the wall, I can't put it back again." She smiled sheepishly.
Mel rolled her eyes.
And she's supposed to be a Scion? Huh.
She walked over to the machine and started to push before Bethany could get back over to help her.
"Mel, wait. You'll hurt your back." But Mel was able to return the washer to its spot in under five seconds without any difficulty. Bethany stood open-mouthed staring in awe. "How did you do that?"
Mel stood back and stared at her hands. That machine was certainly not light but somehow it didn't seem at all difficult to maneuver it. "I don't know," She replied.
Bethany recovered from her shock and hugged Melenie. "Must be another of your father's traits showing through." Mel wriggled out of her grasp and looked at her mum. "Alright, alright Mel. I wont mention it again."
"No, that's not what I meant. Do you...um...know anything about uh...fire?"
Beth was confused. "Fire? Of course. But what on earth do you mean?'
"Nothing. Just something was set on fire at school." At the concerned look on Bethany's face she hastily explained...to some extent. "Nothing was burned, just a small fire in a trashcan. I was just wondering how it might have started."
"I don't know. Did the teacher put it out?"
"Yeah. She did. I'm hungry mum. I'll see you later." And with that she climbed the stairs and headed for the kitchen.
Hmm...Thought Bethany. She's not telling me everything. I know her, she'll find an excuse to leave when she's hedging the truth. First her excessive strength, now is SHE setting things on fire? Most likely. She smiled to herself. This must be his way of helping her face up to who she is. With these abilities she has to believe me. She smiled inwardly. He's still listening. And with a sigh she picked up her white shirt and dusted it off. Then after she folded the shirt carefully she walked upstairs to put it away. Quietly, under her breath, she uttered, "Thank you Metatron."
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