p style="text-align: center;" strong style="text-align: center;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"Chapter 4/span/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"strongspan style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"The figure was a horrifying ugly thing that was a long scaled like creature that had a bunch of black eyes on its head which was shaped like an alligator that look odd with a centipede kind of body. It was frightening and I saw it was about to spring right toward me…no not me, but the girl…the girl name Clary. I scream as Clary did when the creature spring toward her. She tripped and fell, but luckily rolled to the side and missed the creature from harming her, it was a close call…too close. I felt… what the word… frighten, I suppose. For the very first time, and it was unpleasant feeling to have. I watch as Clary evaded the creature feeling my throat get clogged up by the unwanted scream that wanted to come out but couldn't. I scream in my head for the voices to guide me in what I am supposed to do, but the answer they gave me was silence. In fact I couldn't feel them at all. There was many first things happening to me at this moment. The creature was now talking to Clary the voice of the creature a gurgled hissing mess that was hard to distinguish, but manageable to understand after a while./span/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"strongemspan style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Girl,"/span/em/strongstrongspan style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;" it hissed. em"Flesh. Blood. To eat, oh, to eat."/em/span/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"strongspan style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"The creature began to slither toward Clary as she was frozen in terror, and I did something impulsively. I ran toward to creature colliding with it. I felt my wrists getting ripped up by its claws the only part of my body that got caught by it, and I let a scream take over me at the unsuspecting pain. I quickly flung myself off the creature standing up to prepare myself to protect this girl. I ignore the pain in my wrist as the creature also ignore me looking a little disorientated before lunging at Clary again too fast for me to do anything. Clary evaded him again by backing away from it. She seized a framed photo that was heavy but not enough to do much damage as it bounce off the creature when Clary threw it. The creature didn't even seen to notice her attack. I tried to stop the creature by grabbing the tail and pulling it away from her as hard as I can, but that did little help as the creature kept going toward her pulling me with it. /span/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"strongemspan style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Bones, to crunch, to suck out the marrow, to drink the veins…"/span/em/strongstrongspan style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;" The creature trailed off as it advance on Clary as she was back into the wall./span/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"strongspan style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"I tried to pull it back as hard as I can before disregarding that method and satisfying myself in hitting the creature on the back, but it had no effect on the creature. I saw Clary toke something out of her pocket at the corner of my eye, but didn't give it much thought as I wrestle with the creature. The creature flung me off making me hit the wall with a grunt of pain as I felt the wind knock out of me. I look up as the creature threw itself onto her knocking both of them onto the ground./span/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"strongspan style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Clary!" I scream./span/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"I open my eyes calling out to Clary as I did so feeling out of breath and disorientated. I finally regain my focus when I heard a voice calling to me their voice fill with anxiety and fright. I look to find my father holding on to me, his big hands holding my arms down at my side constricting me of any movement. My father saw my eyes focus on his, and he let out of breath of relief./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Daenerys." My father breathe out seeming out of breath as well./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"He seem quite ruffle as I think of it. His cheek sporting a bruise. From where? I don't know. He also got a couple of scratches on his biceps. I look down at myself to see that I was not as unharmed as I was when I went to bed. My arms were now sporting two bruises that was shaped as my father's hands, and as I tried to straighten up my posture I felt a sting of pain coming from my back and knew that I also had a bruise there also, but the most significant injury I have was on my arm. On my right arm had four long scratches that was position by my big finger of my hand and ended almost at my elbow. It seem that something or someone repeatedly dug their nails into my arm. It was bleeding not so heavy, but enough to be alarm. I watched the blood spilling off my arm into my white sheets feeling the pain but not paying any attention to it, and the whole dream came back to me…if it was a dream…it seem so real…and Clary. I knew she was someone really important to the voices, but I never met her. In that…dream though I knew with just a look that she was Clary Fray. em'What is happening to me?'/em I question the voices and as expected they didn't answer, but I could feel them to my relief. I focus my gaze back at my father knowing now that I was the reason he seem like he been in a fight, and felt a pang of guilt before just like the relief left me feeling blank moments after it came. My father gave my shoulders a remorseful and guilty look before he quickly change his expression to one of reassurance as he catch my eyes./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Are you okay?" He asked gently taking my right arm in his hands to look at the damage./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"I didn't answer watching the long scratches on my arm, and my own bloody skin underneath my finger nails on my left hand. My father softly curse to himself as he inspected the damage I suppose I done to myself. He look up at me in a moment and look like he was about to say something, but was cut off by the sound of my grandmother's voice./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Cyrus." Was the only word my grandmother said and I could hear the cold smugness in the sound of her voice./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"I look to find her leaning on the doorway of my room her face emotionless as she stare my father down who was keen on ignoring her as he went back to inspecting the cuts on my arm. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Still think it's a grand idea to keep this from her, Cyrus?" My grandmother question in a more mocking way than a question. "Still think-"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Mother." My father said sternly as he turn his eyes to her. "Stop it."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"He sigh to himself seeing the nasty glare my grandmother throw him before he turned to me. He tried to smile at me but it fail to stay on his lips as he nudge me to get off the bed. I did what was silently asked, my father following my lead his right hand wrap around my arm gently. He led me toward my bedroom door where my grandmother was blocking the way. They silently look at each other I couldn't tell what my family member's expression were, because my father's back block my vision./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Mother…please." My father pleaded to her quietly. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"All I heard was silence and I look up to find my grandmother looking at me over my father's muscle arm. Her face was unreadable but change to concern as she finally focus on the damage on my arm. She look back up at my father before silently moving out of the way. We passed her silently and I follow my father to the bathroom unaware if my grandmother was following us or not, but didn't hear any footsteps so I assumed we left her by my door. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Sit." My father order as he quester to the closed toilet./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"I obey and sat stiffly on the toilet seat as he went throw the drawers to find bandages and disinfected to clean my cuts cursing under his breath as he couldn't find any./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Here" My grandmother voice suddenly rang through the silence making my father jump startled./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"I felt my lips twitch for a second as I look at my father's startled expression as he look at my grandmother who was leaning on the bathroom door with the bandages in one hand, and the a jar of white cream in the other. I look at the jar trying to figure out what is exactly in the jar, but it was useless. My father mumbled a thanks making a face at the jar before taking the bandages and the jar. I watch as he kneeled affront of me and taking a decent amount of the cream from the jar before rubbing the cream directly on my cuts. I could see that he was taking care to be gentle with me, but the feeling of the cream startled me. I felt like hundred tiny needles sticking my skin, a very unpleasant feeling and one I hope I didn't have to feel again. What a peculiar cream? I thought to myself as I eye the cream dissolving into my cuts and skin trying to ignore the unpleasant feeling. My father as if sensing my discomfort hurry to put the bandages around my arm before gruffly ordering me to redo this routine every morning until the cuts are closed. My grandmother stayed silent as she watch my father put the bandages in the bathroom cabinet before passing her without a sound to what I assume to the pantry to put the strange jar of cream away. She gave me a glance before following my father into the pantry the door silently closing behind them. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"I sigh to myself my thoughts on the strange happenings that occur this morning, but the shouting coming from the pantry drew my attention./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Cyrus! See reason! Pass that ridiculous fear that you have of our world!" I heard my grandmother shouted./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Mother for the last time she is emmy/em daughter! I'm trying to do what's best for her!" My father shouted back./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"I creep toward the pantry door and decided to just to stand quietly affront of the door as the argument escalated./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""No you are not!" My grandmother shouted her voice sharp that automatically stopped the screaming match. Her voice lower and I strain my ears to hear her soft voice that was full with sympathy but firmness. "You are doing what is best for you. You fear our world ever since your father died and instead of staying with me you decided to go the easy way out and ignore our heritage. You decided to run off with that trifling soul sucking harpy which did the only thing right in this world by bringing that child into our world. What you have to do is figure out that the right thing and the easy thing is never and will never be the same thing. And keeping this away from her is the easy way out."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"Silence. The sound of a heavy body leaning heavily on a table made a creaking sound that practically vibrated through the silence. I cut out the voices trying to block them as they gave me useless facts about others that have nothing to do with the other world, and what my family members are arguing about./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"My father sigh heavily seeming like a heavy weight is on his chest and he trying to lessen with just one big breath./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Mom…I just want her to have a normal life. Live in safe place with little heartbreak, live in a cute house in a nice neighborhood with a husband and two children…and a dog. Just a normal TV like life not a life that could be an everyday episode of Supernatural." My father sigh with a little bit of a harsh bite in his voice./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"I shook my head at his vision of my future will be. I hate dogs…I prefer cats if I must have a pet. I focus back on the conversation as I heard my grandmother's voice./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Normal…no child our Deanerys will never be normal. She is mark for a great purpose, to be great. Her destiny is in our world-"She started before she was rudely cut off by father./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Destiny? What a load of bullshit, Mom. Nobody can decided what lays ahead of us in our future, but us. Nobody but us." He said gruffly his voice firm and no room for argument on that matter./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"My grandmother laugh was soft but cold and it sent my hair at the back of my head on end. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""That kind of talk. It seems you been living with mundines for too long that you are starting to even think like them, my son." She said with a hint of disgust in her voice. "Destiney child is not a force to trifle with. It's bigger than any sword or as powerful as any spell. We can't control it or stop it. We have no controlled when it comes with our fates, but the mundanes have gotten one thing right. We do have a choice no matter limited it may be. We can follow our destiny or ignore it. And child it's best for her not to just follow her destiny but have full control of it before destiny will force that decision for her to face it like a blind man."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Mom-"my father cut himself off as he sigh sounding more and more tire before addressing her again. "What are you trying to tell me? You holding back something. What is it?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"There was a pause, and it seem the voices suddenly went quiet as if they too are waiting for my grandmother's answer./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""I'm saying we prepare her for what's to come." My grandmother said softly making me strain my ears just to hear her, and the next words out of her mouth made my father's breathe hitch in surprise for just a second. "Valentine is not dead as people like to believe. He will be back."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Mother-"My father started but was harshly cut off by my grandmother whose voice seems angry and…pain./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""No Cyrus! Don't you dare give me that look!" She shouted before letting out a breath that was a little too big to be a sigh before speaking again. "I know what I am talking about, I can feel it. And I am not the only one that feel this there is a few that do. Our kind can feel what is to come if only they just let go of their fear, and if you just let go of this ridiculous fear of being part of our world again you can feel it too. That horrible man will be back and our Deanerys will be right in the middle of it."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"There was a pause before the sounded of my father's harsh whisper sound so loud through the silence./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""The middle of what?" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Cyrus…she will see great pain and…love. Oh, she will love him like no other, but because she chose him she will unenviably be a part of what's to come…its war Cyrus. "She whisper sounding both awe and pained. "It's happening again."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"Love? War? The voices remain silent except for the affirmative that a war was on the horizon. Valentine will bring war to our doorstep, and we have no way around it as it is destiny. The sound of my father's raised voice jolted me out of my thoughts./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Valentine! That bastard—"My father trailed off with a series of swear words. I heard the sound of footsteps going across the hardware floor back and forth. It seemed my father was pacing. "My daughter is not goanna be part of any war, Mother. And she damn well not be anywhere near that son of a bitch!"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Cyrus!" My grandmother shouted making him go silent after he went back to his series of swear words and his description of what he will do to Valentine if he ever went near me. She sigh softly before speaking. "This cannot be stopped. It's unfortunate that Deanerys have such a heavy burden on her shoulders. But you have seen what happen this morning she was having visions now. And it will only get worse as time goes on. You cannot hide this from her, she needs proper way to handle this or she will go insane. You have a choice you could prepare her for what's to come, or you can let her stumble in blind and watch her die. It's your choice."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"My father growled after a moment and I took a step back as I heard a crash in the pantry room./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""No I don't have a choice, do I? You wouldn't of kept interfering if I had a choice in whether Deanerys will see what I been hiding from her all her life." My father snarled before I heard him take a deep breath. "Well, you might not have much faith in me Mother, but I can take care of my daughter. I will protect her from her so call destiny."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Cyrus it's not in your hands, or even in mine. Whether you like or not your daughter is a key part of this war-"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Damn the war! It's not my world anymore. It stopped being my world when they buried my father. I be damn if I let that world take my daughter too."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"I heard rush footsteps coming toward the pantry door. I didn't have time to hide myself from their view for eavesdropping, so I took a step back as my father swing open the door harshly with a heavy scowl on his face. He look at me with surprise then a mixture of anger and defeat overcome his features. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Deanerys." He sigh out his hand going roughly through his hair./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"I look at him calmly before speaking./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Dad, is there something you want to tell me?" I asked stiffly./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"He look at my grandmother who was leaning back with a glint I her eyes that I couldn't describe, but my father can as his snarled under his breath./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Fine." He hiss before looking at me his eyes softening as well as his voice as he spoke. "Fine."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"I had a feeling that after this conversation my so call destiny will begin. I tilted my head listening to the voices as my father lead me away to talk in private./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"strongspan style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"The figure was a horrifying ugly thing that was a long scaled like creature that had a bunch of black eyes on its head which was shaped like an alligator that look odd with a centipede kind of body. It was frightening and I saw it was about to spring right toward me…no not me, but the girl…the girl name Clary. I scream as Clary did when the creature spring toward her. She tripped and fell, but luckily rolled to the side and missed the creature from harming her, it was a close call…too close. I felt… what the word… frighten, I suppose. For the very first time, and it was unpleasant feeling to have. I watch as Clary evaded the creature feeling my throat get clogged up by the unwanted scream that wanted to come out but couldn't. I scream in my head for the voices to guide me in what I am supposed to do, but the answer they gave me was silence. In fact I couldn't feel them at all. There was many first things happening to me at this moment. The creature was now talking to Clary the voice of the creature a gurgled hissing mess that was hard to distinguish, but manageable to understand after a while./span/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"strongemspan style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Girl,"/span/em/strongstrongspan style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;" it hissed. em"Flesh. Blood. To eat, oh, to eat."/em/span/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"strongspan style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"The creature began to slither toward Clary as she was frozen in terror, and I did something impulsively. I ran toward to creature colliding with it. I felt my wrists getting ripped up by its claws the only part of my body that got caught by it, and I let a scream take over me at the unsuspecting pain. I quickly flung myself off the creature standing up to prepare myself to protect this girl. I ignore the pain in my wrist as the creature also ignore me looking a little disorientated before lunging at Clary again too fast for me to do anything. Clary evaded him again by backing away from it. She seized a framed photo that was heavy but not enough to do much damage as it bounce off the creature when Clary threw it. The creature didn't even seen to notice her attack. I tried to stop the creature by grabbing the tail and pulling it away from her as hard as I can, but that did little help as the creature kept going toward her pulling me with it. /span/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"strongemspan style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Bones, to crunch, to suck out the marrow, to drink the veins…"/span/em/strongstrongspan style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;" The creature trailed off as it advance on Clary as she was back into the wall./span/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"strongspan style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"I tried to pull it back as hard as I can before disregarding that method and satisfying myself in hitting the creature on the back, but it had no effect on the creature. I saw Clary toke something out of her pocket at the corner of my eye, but didn't give it much thought as I wrestle with the creature. The creature flung me off making me hit the wall with a grunt of pain as I felt the wind knock out of me. I look up as the creature threw itself onto her knocking both of them onto the ground./span/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"strongspan style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Clary!" I scream./span/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"I open my eyes calling out to Clary as I did so feeling out of breath and disorientated. I finally regain my focus when I heard a voice calling to me their voice fill with anxiety and fright. I look to find my father holding on to me, his big hands holding my arms down at my side constricting me of any movement. My father saw my eyes focus on his, and he let out of breath of relief./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Daenerys." My father breathe out seeming out of breath as well./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"He seem quite ruffle as I think of it. His cheek sporting a bruise. From where? I don't know. He also got a couple of scratches on his biceps. I look down at myself to see that I was not as unharmed as I was when I went to bed. My arms were now sporting two bruises that was shaped as my father's hands, and as I tried to straighten up my posture I felt a sting of pain coming from my back and knew that I also had a bruise there also, but the most significant injury I have was on my arm. On my right arm had four long scratches that was position by my big finger of my hand and ended almost at my elbow. It seem that something or someone repeatedly dug their nails into my arm. It was bleeding not so heavy, but enough to be alarm. I watched the blood spilling off my arm into my white sheets feeling the pain but not paying any attention to it, and the whole dream came back to me…if it was a dream…it seem so real…and Clary. I knew she was someone really important to the voices, but I never met her. In that…dream though I knew with just a look that she was Clary Fray. em'What is happening to me?'/em I question the voices and as expected they didn't answer, but I could feel them to my relief. I focus my gaze back at my father knowing now that I was the reason he seem like he been in a fight, and felt a pang of guilt before just like the relief left me feeling blank moments after it came. My father gave my shoulders a remorseful and guilty look before he quickly change his expression to one of reassurance as he catch my eyes./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Are you okay?" He asked gently taking my right arm in his hands to look at the damage./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"I didn't answer watching the long scratches on my arm, and my own bloody skin underneath my finger nails on my left hand. My father softly curse to himself as he inspected the damage I suppose I done to myself. He look up at me in a moment and look like he was about to say something, but was cut off by the sound of my grandmother's voice./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Cyrus." Was the only word my grandmother said and I could hear the cold smugness in the sound of her voice./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"I look to find her leaning on the doorway of my room her face emotionless as she stare my father down who was keen on ignoring her as he went back to inspecting the cuts on my arm. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Still think it's a grand idea to keep this from her, Cyrus?" My grandmother question in a more mocking way than a question. "Still think-"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Mother." My father said sternly as he turn his eyes to her. "Stop it."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"He sigh to himself seeing the nasty glare my grandmother throw him before he turned to me. He tried to smile at me but it fail to stay on his lips as he nudge me to get off the bed. I did what was silently asked, my father following my lead his right hand wrap around my arm gently. He led me toward my bedroom door where my grandmother was blocking the way. They silently look at each other I couldn't tell what my family member's expression were, because my father's back block my vision./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Mother…please." My father pleaded to her quietly. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"All I heard was silence and I look up to find my grandmother looking at me over my father's muscle arm. Her face was unreadable but change to concern as she finally focus on the damage on my arm. She look back up at my father before silently moving out of the way. We passed her silently and I follow my father to the bathroom unaware if my grandmother was following us or not, but didn't hear any footsteps so I assumed we left her by my door. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Sit." My father order as he quester to the closed toilet./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"I obey and sat stiffly on the toilet seat as he went throw the drawers to find bandages and disinfected to clean my cuts cursing under his breath as he couldn't find any./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Here" My grandmother voice suddenly rang through the silence making my father jump startled./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"I felt my lips twitch for a second as I look at my father's startled expression as he look at my grandmother who was leaning on the bathroom door with the bandages in one hand, and the a jar of white cream in the other. I look at the jar trying to figure out what is exactly in the jar, but it was useless. My father mumbled a thanks making a face at the jar before taking the bandages and the jar. I watch as he kneeled affront of me and taking a decent amount of the cream from the jar before rubbing the cream directly on my cuts. I could see that he was taking care to be gentle with me, but the feeling of the cream startled me. I felt like hundred tiny needles sticking my skin, a very unpleasant feeling and one I hope I didn't have to feel again. What a peculiar cream? I thought to myself as I eye the cream dissolving into my cuts and skin trying to ignore the unpleasant feeling. My father as if sensing my discomfort hurry to put the bandages around my arm before gruffly ordering me to redo this routine every morning until the cuts are closed. My grandmother stayed silent as she watch my father put the bandages in the bathroom cabinet before passing her without a sound to what I assume to the pantry to put the strange jar of cream away. She gave me a glance before following my father into the pantry the door silently closing behind them. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"I sigh to myself my thoughts on the strange happenings that occur this morning, but the shouting coming from the pantry drew my attention./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Cyrus! See reason! Pass that ridiculous fear that you have of our world!" I heard my grandmother shouted./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Mother for the last time she is emmy/em daughter! I'm trying to do what's best for her!" My father shouted back./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"I creep toward the pantry door and decided to just to stand quietly affront of the door as the argument escalated./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""No you are not!" My grandmother shouted her voice sharp that automatically stopped the screaming match. Her voice lower and I strain my ears to hear her soft voice that was full with sympathy but firmness. "You are doing what is best for you. You fear our world ever since your father died and instead of staying with me you decided to go the easy way out and ignore our heritage. You decided to run off with that trifling soul sucking harpy which did the only thing right in this world by bringing that child into our world. What you have to do is figure out that the right thing and the easy thing is never and will never be the same thing. And keeping this away from her is the easy way out."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"Silence. The sound of a heavy body leaning heavily on a table made a creaking sound that practically vibrated through the silence. I cut out the voices trying to block them as they gave me useless facts about others that have nothing to do with the other world, and what my family members are arguing about./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"My father sigh heavily seeming like a heavy weight is on his chest and he trying to lessen with just one big breath./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Mom…I just want her to have a normal life. Live in safe place with little heartbreak, live in a cute house in a nice neighborhood with a husband and two children…and a dog. Just a normal TV like life not a life that could be an everyday episode of Supernatural." My father sigh with a little bit of a harsh bite in his voice./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"I shook my head at his vision of my future will be. I hate dogs…I prefer cats if I must have a pet. I focus back on the conversation as I heard my grandmother's voice./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Normal…no child our Deanerys will never be normal. She is mark for a great purpose, to be great. Her destiny is in our world-"She started before she was rudely cut off by father./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Destiny? What a load of bullshit, Mom. Nobody can decided what lays ahead of us in our future, but us. Nobody but us." He said gruffly his voice firm and no room for argument on that matter./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"My grandmother laugh was soft but cold and it sent my hair at the back of my head on end. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""That kind of talk. It seems you been living with mundines for too long that you are starting to even think like them, my son." She said with a hint of disgust in her voice. "Destiney child is not a force to trifle with. It's bigger than any sword or as powerful as any spell. We can't control it or stop it. We have no controlled when it comes with our fates, but the mundanes have gotten one thing right. We do have a choice no matter limited it may be. We can follow our destiny or ignore it. And child it's best for her not to just follow her destiny but have full control of it before destiny will force that decision for her to face it like a blind man."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Mom-"my father cut himself off as he sigh sounding more and more tire before addressing her again. "What are you trying to tell me? You holding back something. What is it?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"There was a pause, and it seem the voices suddenly went quiet as if they too are waiting for my grandmother's answer./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""I'm saying we prepare her for what's to come." My grandmother said softly making me strain my ears just to hear her, and the next words out of her mouth made my father's breathe hitch in surprise for just a second. "Valentine is not dead as people like to believe. He will be back."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Mother-"My father started but was harshly cut off by my grandmother whose voice seems angry and…pain./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""No Cyrus! Don't you dare give me that look!" She shouted before letting out a breath that was a little too big to be a sigh before speaking again. "I know what I am talking about, I can feel it. And I am not the only one that feel this there is a few that do. Our kind can feel what is to come if only they just let go of their fear, and if you just let go of this ridiculous fear of being part of our world again you can feel it too. That horrible man will be back and our Deanerys will be right in the middle of it."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"There was a pause before the sounded of my father's harsh whisper sound so loud through the silence./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""The middle of what?" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Cyrus…she will see great pain and…love. Oh, she will love him like no other, but because she chose him she will unenviably be a part of what's to come…its war Cyrus. "She whisper sounding both awe and pained. "It's happening again."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"Love? War? The voices remain silent except for the affirmative that a war was on the horizon. Valentine will bring war to our doorstep, and we have no way around it as it is destiny. The sound of my father's raised voice jolted me out of my thoughts./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Valentine! That bastard—"My father trailed off with a series of swear words. I heard the sound of footsteps going across the hardware floor back and forth. It seemed my father was pacing. "My daughter is not goanna be part of any war, Mother. And she damn well not be anywhere near that son of a bitch!"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Cyrus!" My grandmother shouted making him go silent after he went back to his series of swear words and his description of what he will do to Valentine if he ever went near me. She sigh softly before speaking. "This cannot be stopped. It's unfortunate that Deanerys have such a heavy burden on her shoulders. But you have seen what happen this morning she was having visions now. And it will only get worse as time goes on. You cannot hide this from her, she needs proper way to handle this or she will go insane. You have a choice you could prepare her for what's to come, or you can let her stumble in blind and watch her die. It's your choice."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"My father growled after a moment and I took a step back as I heard a crash in the pantry room./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""No I don't have a choice, do I? You wouldn't of kept interfering if I had a choice in whether Deanerys will see what I been hiding from her all her life." My father snarled before I heard him take a deep breath. "Well, you might not have much faith in me Mother, but I can take care of my daughter. I will protect her from her so call destiny."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Cyrus it's not in your hands, or even in mine. Whether you like or not your daughter is a key part of this war-"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Damn the war! It's not my world anymore. It stopped being my world when they buried my father. I be damn if I let that world take my daughter too."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"I heard rush footsteps coming toward the pantry door. I didn't have time to hide myself from their view for eavesdropping, so I took a step back as my father swing open the door harshly with a heavy scowl on his face. He look at me with surprise then a mixture of anger and defeat overcome his features. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Deanerys." He sigh out his hand going roughly through his hair./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"I look at him calmly before speaking./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Dad, is there something you want to tell me?" I asked stiffly./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"He look at my grandmother who was leaning back with a glint I her eyes that I couldn't describe, but my father can as his snarled under his breath./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;""Fine." He hiss before looking at me his eyes softening as well as his voice as he spoke. "Fine."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;"I had a feeling that after this conversation my so call destiny will begin. I tilted my head listening to the voices as my father lead me away to talk in private./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%;" /span/p