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The slight wind blew on my face as I jogged. It felt nice to not be crammed in my apartment and get some fresh air. I took my normal route zig zagging around pedestrians. I was dressed in jogging pants and a tank top with my caramel coloured hair pulled back into a ponytail. The sky was clear without any sign of clouds. Even though the sun wasn't fully up the sky seemed like it was glowing.

I just got back from England two days ago along with Eddie. He was staying at my place for a

week or so to make sure I was safe. He made it seem like going home wasn't such an urgent matter (which I guess wasn't).

I looked around at everyone. Since this city "never sleeps" there are always people out and about any time of the day. I heard a loud honk followed by several more and looked over at the street. Traffic was also something that was endless.

I noticed a boy with crutches stilling on a park bench across the street reading a book. He had a goatee and a mop of curly brown hair under a green cap. He looked about my age maybe a year or two younger. For some reason he stood out amongst everyone walking by. He had this sort of aura - if that's that word - around him that I couldn't explain.

I was jolted out of my thoughts when I accidentally ran into two people. It was a boy and a girl. The boy had jet black hair that swept to one side with green eyes like the colour of seaweed. The girl had wavy blonde hair with stormy grey eyes. Both looked the same age as the guy with the crutches.

"Sorry!" I mumbled as I kept jogging.

For some reason I swear the boy said something along the lines of "That's the one right?" to the girl. I wasn't able to hear her answer though since I was now out of earshot.

What had they been talking about? About me being "the one"?. I shook my head, confused.

Maybe I just misheard and they said something completely different?, I try to convince myself.

I took out my phone and checked the time. It was 7:15am. I should get home before Gran wakes up I don't want to give her a heart attack. With that I headed home.

When I entered I was happily greeted by Eddie and Gran at the doorway.

"Happy Birthday!" they screamed and that's when I noticed a cake with a candle in the middle in Gran's hands.

I grinned, "Awww you guys didn't have to make that for me".

"Yeah, yeah we're awesome. Can we eat the cake now?" Eddie asked, eagerness in his eyes.

Gran slapped Eddie on the shoulder, "Nina has to blow out the candle first, Eddie", she scolded.

I thought for a second and then blew out my candle.

"YES, time for cake!", he shouted. Then took the cake out of Gran's hands and ran into the kitchen.

Me and Gran shook our heads, smiling as we followed him.

When we got to the kitchen Eddie had already cut the cake into 3 pieces. He had put his piece on a plate and started devouring it. Me and Gran took our respective pieces and started eating too.

Eddie soon finished his cake and headed to the guest room right after he told Gran that that was one of the best cakes he had ever eaten. This left me and Gran in the kitchen quietly eating our cake.

"Your friend is very interesting", Gran said.

"Yeah I know, but he means well though" I said back.

"So, have you heard from Fabian lately?" she asked her voice slightly teasing.

I blush, "I skyped him a few days ago". After a moment of silence I asked, "What do you think of him?"

"Who?" she asked.

"Fabian," I replied.

"Oh," her smile getting bigger, "I think that-". Then she gasped and doubled over while she held a hand to her chest. She dropped her fork.

"Gran!" I shouted and put a hand on her shoulder.

She was barely able to wheeze out "9-1-1" but I heard.

I called for Eddie to come and then fumbled for my phone and quickly dialed, 9-1-1.

My fingers tapped the arm of the hospital chair. I along with Eddie had to sit in the seats outside of the operating room. Sitting in this chair reminded me of all the times I had been in a hospital this year and each time it had been for the exact same reason.

I looked up at the patterned ceiling and tried to relax by leaning on the headrest. It didn't work I was still extremely tense and my heart was pounding like a jack-hammer. Eddie must have sensed my unease because he reassuringly put his hand on my arm. I nodded grateful for having Eddie here.

"It's going to be alright, Nina," he said quietly, "she's going to be alright".

"How would you know?" I snapped, surprising myself.

He shook his head and replied, "I guess you just have to believe". And with that we lapsed back into silence.

We waited for what seemed like hours before the door opened. The doctor, a man with greying hair and spectacles came out and told us that she was in critical condition, but there was nothing to do at this moment so we could see her now.

I rushed in nearly knocking down a table of surgical utensils. I stared in awe. She looked pale and fragile in the bed. She was hooked up to a number of machines. One was a heart rate machine with her pulse beeping weakly. The image broke my heart for the second time this year. But I noticed she was awake and that was what I decided cared about the most.

I heard Eddie close the door behind me as I inch my way closer to Gran. I carefully sat in the chair beside the bed. We were both quiet for a long time, studying each others faces.

"Nina," she said weakly.

"Yes Gran?" I asked in a hushed tone.

"I need to talk to you"

"Ok, what about?"

"Alone," she emphasized, looking over by the door. Eddie shuffled nervously.

I had almost forgotten he was in the room with me.

"Eddie, can you stand outside for a bit?" I asked politely. He nodded then exited the room.

I turned back to Gran. "So what is it?"

She didn't answer right away but instead slowly takes off her silver ring. She's had that ever since I could remember. "Hold out your hand".

I do as I'm told. She gently places the ring in my outstretched hand then closes it into a fist for me. "I was planning to give this to you on your 18th birthday but I don't think I'm going to last that long"

Tears glinted in my eyes but I blinked them away. "Gran don't say that".

"I only stated what both of us were thinking" she answered.

After a pause she said, "Anyway, the ring was actually your Mom's". It suddenly seemed as if the room turned a shade darker, tinted with sorrow.

"She would be proud of you, you know?" she continued. "You've been a great Chosen One so-far, but I want you to beware that your trials and challenges are from over. Be careful who you trust and keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary."

"You-You knew?" I asked dumbfounded.

She let out a shaky laugh. "Of course, I even knew before you did yourself".

I let that sink in for a second before asking my next question, "What do you mean my 'trials and challenges are far from over'?"

She sighed and then said, "A Chosen One's along with the Osirian's life is never easy nor simple, Nina"

I had this aching feeling she wasn't telling me something... something important, maybe something that didn't even have to do with the Chosen One.

"What does it even mean to be the Chosen One, Gran?"

"You're going to find that out for yourself soon enough "

I opened my mouth to argue but instantly closed it again, feeling like I shouldn't argue with someone in dire condition. I instead asked, "What about mom?, was she a Chosen One?"

"No not exactly, but her Aunt Sarah-" she broke off into a coughing fit. I leaned forward in concern but then she waved me off as it died out.

"Sarah's your sister?" I asked surprised.

"Yes my older sister," she gave me a weak smile then said, "You met her when you were younger, too young to remember. And then you met her again when you were 15 in England".

I nod trying to wrap my head around this new piece of information. I couldn't believe I had met Sarah before England, I guess that's how she knew my name when I first met her.

"What about my Dad?" I asked, "Do you know anything about him?"

She hesitated and that was when I was sure she was hiding something from me. Then she finally answered, "I really don't know what to say. He was a interesting man for sure." She said the words carefully making me wonder what she meant by "interesting".

I then asked a question that had been bugging me since the start of this conversation, "Is this my Mom's wedding ring?"

"No...your Mom and Dad were never actually married, Nina"

I was appalled. I mean Gran never actually told me they were... I guess I just assumed.

"But it was something special to her," she continued. "I'm sure she would have one day wanted you to have it".

I looked down at the ring in my hands. I've never actually seen it up close. It wasn't anything special, just a silver ring with a few scribbles on it for design. But none the less I felt like it was of the utmost importance. Just then the doctor peeked his head into the room.

"I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything, but you" he nodded toward Gran, "need to get some rest".

"Oh, and I went through your contacts and called your daughter," he said still talking to Gran, then closed the door and left.

Gran had another daughter besides my mom. That made her my Aunt. We're not really that close, I can't even remember the last time I saw her in person. We've only shared a few phone calls over the years. Aunt Donna also had a daughter (my cousin), but I've never actually talked to her (long story).

"Nina, it's getting dark you should head home -," Gran started.

"I'm not leaving you," I said firmly, cutting her off.

"You can't stay here all night. Go home with Eddie and you can visit me in the morning," she ordered.

"Ok then," I said reluctantly as I kiss her on the check.

As I headed for the door she said, "And don't forget what we talked about". I turned and nodded then walked out the door.

I found Eddie in the hallway sitting on one of the chairs with a guilty look on his face.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I know this is bad timing, but I just got a text from my Mom. She and my step dad want me to get home as soon as I can"

"Why?"

"I don't know"

"When are you leaving?"

"I leave for Brooklyn tomorrow morning"

I felt my heart sink even more. Despite myself I still understood that he had his own family and shouldn't be worrying about mine.

"We should go home"

He said okay and we headed out the doors of the hospital to the parking lot.

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