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Xindaris
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"You want some breakfast, honey?"
"Sure, mom. Thank you." It was 9 before Ann was out of bed. She hadn't slept much last night; she was still upset; and her mother knew it. But she wasn't about to press the issue. Her parents trusted her enough to let her wait until she was ready to tell them, even to decide whether they needed to know. She didn't know what was going to happen today, only that it would be difficult. She had turned off her phone after getting home last night and it was still off. It would stay that way until she got good and ready to take a call or text. This needed to be handled in person.
Last night was June 10th, 2010, not a remarkable day by any standard, much less by comparison to three days prior. Politicians and the leaders of the vast array of hidden kinds alike were still reeling from the shock; everyone else was already talking their mouths off about it. In front of thousands--if not millions--of human witnesses, it had been conclusively proven that magic existed, and that those who knew about it and used it as readily as a human uses an arm or leg were numerous. Already Ann and her friends were a little sick of hearing about it, so they went to see a movie.
The contents of the movie weren't important. Their conversation before and after was important, but none of it had anything to do with what had made Ann upset. While crossing through an alley shortcut that had been perfectly safe for them numerous times before, especially with their numbers--five in all--they had nearly been mugged. Perhaps they had even nearly been killed. It wasn't any sort of conspiratory act, just a desperate punk with a handgun and the guts to pull the trigger on it. It had all happened so fast that Ann reacted before thinking about what she was doing.
To save her friends, she had used her magic. She could imagine it well enough now from a third person's perspective: Her body had shifted slightly toward its more animalistic form, her teeth sharp at best and at worst most of her body might have been covered in fur. A spark of miniature lightning had shot from one of her hands, through the metal handgun, and shocked the would-be mugger's hand. The gun clattered to the ground, and he ran away screaming. Ann, realizing only then what was going on, quickly shifted back to human form, but the look on their faces had told her she was too late.
Before anyone could react or say anything, she was already gone, running as fast as her legs could carry her back home. It was nearly midnight already, so any visitors would be unreasonable. After locking the door behind her, she had gone into her room and spent a few hours to think, try and work out what had just happened. Sure, she had seen it and experienced it, but she couldn't wrap her head around it. After being taught for years that exposing herself as a werewolf was perhaps the greatest crime anyone knowledgeable in magic could commit against humanity, she had simply and reflexively done so. Now she was going to have to face the consequences...but that wasn't what troubled her the most.
After breakfast, Ann left her home and headed for the town park. More times than anyone could count, their little circle of friends had met near a certain bench, rarely all of them but always some of them, to talk things out. It was as close to a universal meeting place as they had, and if any of them expected to see her again at all, they would expect to see her there..or maybe at home, but nobody had come yet this morning. So off to the bench it was. What exactly she would tell them, Ann didn't know, but she was confident of one thing: It would be the truth.
Ann didn't like lies or deception. She had long held the belief that whatever one is, they should be it fully; hiding one's true nature always led them to trouble. But when she thought such things she was referring to emotion, personality, wishes, dreams..never one's species. Now that she thought of it seriously, though, she couldn't justify to herself the fact that she had been lying to all of her best friends since the moment they left. Granted, she couldn't recall a time anyone had asked her if she was anything other than human, but if they had the answer would have been automatic, and even without that simply not telling anyone something so basic as what she was passed as lie of omission.
She reached the park, their bench, and sat down. Nobody else was here yet. She was still a little dazed by the events of last night; maybe this was a terrible idea. Maybe she should have actually communicated and asked everyone to come if she wanted to tell them. It didn't really matter now, because she was already here and in her mind, someone would come if she had to sit here for a week beforehand.
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"Sure, mom. Thank you." It was 9 before Ann was out of bed. She hadn't slept much last night; she was still upset; and her mother knew it. But she wasn't about to press the issue. Her parents trusted her enough to let her wait until she was ready to tell them, even to decide whether they needed to know. She didn't know what was going to happen today, only that it would be difficult. She had turned off her phone after getting home last night and it was still off. It would stay that way until she got good and ready to take a call or text. This needed to be handled in person.
Last night was June 10th, 2010, not a remarkable day by any standard, much less by comparison to three days prior. Politicians and the leaders of the vast array of hidden kinds alike were still reeling from the shock; everyone else was already talking their mouths off about it. In front of thousands--if not millions--of human witnesses, it had been conclusively proven that magic existed, and that those who knew about it and used it as readily as a human uses an arm or leg were numerous. Already Ann and her friends were a little sick of hearing about it, so they went to see a movie.
The contents of the movie weren't important. Their conversation before and after was important, but none of it had anything to do with what had made Ann upset. While crossing through an alley shortcut that had been perfectly safe for them numerous times before, especially with their numbers--five in all--they had nearly been mugged. Perhaps they had even nearly been killed. It wasn't any sort of conspiratory act, just a desperate punk with a handgun and the guts to pull the trigger on it. It had all happened so fast that Ann reacted before thinking about what she was doing.
To save her friends, she had used her magic. She could imagine it well enough now from a third person's perspective: Her body had shifted slightly toward its more animalistic form, her teeth sharp at best and at worst most of her body might have been covered in fur. A spark of miniature lightning had shot from one of her hands, through the metal handgun, and shocked the would-be mugger's hand. The gun clattered to the ground, and he ran away screaming. Ann, realizing only then what was going on, quickly shifted back to human form, but the look on their faces had told her she was too late.
Before anyone could react or say anything, she was already gone, running as fast as her legs could carry her back home. It was nearly midnight already, so any visitors would be unreasonable. After locking the door behind her, she had gone into her room and spent a few hours to think, try and work out what had just happened. Sure, she had seen it and experienced it, but she couldn't wrap her head around it. After being taught for years that exposing herself as a werewolf was perhaps the greatest crime anyone knowledgeable in magic could commit against humanity, she had simply and reflexively done so. Now she was going to have to face the consequences...but that wasn't what troubled her the most.
After breakfast, Ann left her home and headed for the town park. More times than anyone could count, their little circle of friends had met near a certain bench, rarely all of them but always some of them, to talk things out. It was as close to a universal meeting place as they had, and if any of them expected to see her again at all, they would expect to see her there..or maybe at home, but nobody had come yet this morning. So off to the bench it was. What exactly she would tell them, Ann didn't know, but she was confident of one thing: It would be the truth.
Ann didn't like lies or deception. She had long held the belief that whatever one is, they should be it fully; hiding one's true nature always led them to trouble. But when she thought such things she was referring to emotion, personality, wishes, dreams..never one's species. Now that she thought of it seriously, though, she couldn't justify to herself the fact that she had been lying to all of her best friends since the moment they left. Granted, she couldn't recall a time anyone had asked her if she was anything other than human, but if they had the answer would have been automatic, and even without that simply not telling anyone something so basic as what she was passed as lie of omission.
She reached the park, their bench, and sat down. Nobody else was here yet. She was still a little dazed by the events of last night; maybe this was a terrible idea. Maybe she should have actually communicated and asked everyone to come if she wanted to tell them. It didn't really matter now, because she was already here and in her mind, someone would come if she had to sit here for a week beforehand.
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