Chapter 4: Quarrel
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Chapter 4: Quarrel
“ The world is not fair, and often fools, cowards,
and liars hide in high places ” — Bryant H. McGill.
“Excuse me?” Mother snaps, nose inhaling and exhaling slowly in an inelegant fashion.
My mother is still beautiful, even after all these centuries. But leadership can wear out a person in the most unforgiving manner. I can tell through the many lines that have formed on her facial features over the last decade.
She has drowned her stress in blood —in large amount of it, to make it worse— thus bloating her up to this degree.
She always tells me that she used to be so thin and frail, and her portraits prove that. I can tell that she misses having her old looks, yet at the same time, she can ’ t stop stress-drinking.
“ Be still, us lambs waiting for slaughter, for I have come with a solution. ”
“ Amira, we don ’ t need your bullsh —”
“ A new coven, ” I quickly cut her off.
“ A what? ”
“ A new coven, ” I repeat myself in a steady tone, waiting for them to give me the chance to speak freely, before I begin elaborating. “ One that is large and powerful enough to fight off the werewolves. ”
“Is that your proposal for our plight? Build a new coven? Silly girl. Do you have any idea how long that will take?”
“ I know exactly how long it ’ ll take. Precisely five, no, ten years. That ’ s why I ’ m telling you guys this, before crap really hits the fan. ”
“ Language, young lady! ” Now it ’ s Father ’ s turn to yell, but I try not to be despondent.
“You can’t be serious, right?” Mother takes one look at my face, and laughs almost immediately. “How exactly do you suppose that we take you seriously, girl? You’re not even making sense. How do you suppose that we preserve the entire population, when our own coven keeps on losing our best fighters on a weekly basis? There’s such thing as having a dream, and there’s being delusional altogether.”
“ I —”
“ This is silly. Stop wasting our time and go back to your room already, ” she waves her hand, ushering me out.
“ It ’ s not just —”
“ That ’ s enough, young lady. Go to your room. Do so while I ’ m still being nice about this, ” Mother says through gritted teeth.
“ Stop speaking like that to our daughter, Miranda. I will not have you —” Father tries to defend me, but apparently that ’ s all it takes to cause Mother to snap.
“ Won ’ t have me what, huh? ” Mother growls. And when I say growl , I mean she ’ s really just snarling . Sharp razor teeth bared, fangs and all.
“ Now, now, friends, I don ’ t think this is a good time to fight amongst ourselves, ” a new voice speaks up, causing all three of us to snap our heads toward the new person.
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