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I've never really used my powers much. Maybe that's why I'm so weak. The last I remember using them.. was 8 years ago. The day my father died. [insert cliche ass plot] Me, my mom and dad were in the car driving home. We were on a highway. I asked my mom if she would stop by the nearest store to buy me a toy. I remember the exact words she said.
"Sorry Koishī, Mama's having a bit of a stomachache. Maybe tomorrow." I then threw a tantrum I bitterly regretted. "No! I want it now! That's not fair!" I yelled out.
"Please Lor, calm down." my mother said, in a calm voice. I started waving my limbs around, restrained by the seatbelt. I took the seatbelt off and continued. My mother started coughing and gripped her stomach. It was nothing major though. My dad turned around and told me he'd buy it for me later in the evening after he came back from work. I wasn't listening. I was yelling too loud. What seemed like tiny purple orbs started emanating from my body. Hundreds of them. They started orbiting around me rapidly. My father looked in the rear view mirror and was shocked. My mother was the only one to notice we were going to hit another car. But she couldn't hear over my loud tantrum.
"Anata.. watch out.." And ever since that day. My mother has always been calm. Yet she was always quiet and depressed. I hadn't realized why my father had died. Until I was older and I gained common sense.. It was.. all my fault..
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The Lore of Lor
FantasyThe Lore of Lor. Like a tale or story; Lore. ^.^ . This story is about a boy named Lor that is friends with a demon named Rim. If you like it, thx for the support. If not, i don't really care. '-' Seeing as other people put lots of tags ;) I will t...
