Dark Black Magic

Dark Black Magic- chapter 49- Death's Palace

“Sorry you scared the living day lights out of me.” I said.

“I thought you would be more like your mother.” He said bluntly.

I blinked and replied, “Um, who are you?”

“Your father.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. This kid was way too young. Smiling softly I patted his head,

“I think I’m a little too old to be your daughter.”

This seemed to irritate the boy who then walked past me and sat on the throne.

“I am your father.”

“That’s so cute. But where are your mom and dad? Are you lost.”

The boy suddenly jumped up and before my eyes changed into a young man in his early thirties. Irratible he called out,

“See, I told you it wouldn’t work!”

Footsteps pitter-pattered behind me and I turned to see my mother walking behind me with her hands on her hips.

“Sorry Skyler,” she apologised to me, “I thought if he appeared a little younger he would not be so intimidating.”

“I’m not intimidating.” My father said lazily.

“Well, dear, she has just walked down the mourners corridor and those carvings are hardly welcoming. I wish you would let me wallpaper them over.”

“This is Death’s palace, not some designer show home! I allowed you to put cream carpet in the bedroom but that is as far as it goes.” He snapped.

“Give me another century and you won’t recognise this place.” My mother said in a low voice too me.

“I heard that!” My father snapped.

I couldn’t help but feeling a little mixed up and confused. For so many years I had thought my parents had abandoned me so part of me wanted to be really angry at them but the other part wanted really wanted to be reconciled with them. My mother reached out her arms to embrace me but I found myself stepping away from her. She was my biological mother but she was not my mom. She hadn’t been there for me like my Grandmother so I found it hard to accept her back into my life. Pain flickered across my mother’s eyes, her arms dropped to her side and she nodded quietly in acceptance,

“I understand. I would be mad too.” She said.

“Why did you never explain to me that I had parents or I had a brother? You could have visited us! Grandma really missed you.” I said feeling all these suppressed angry emotions I had felt for so long bubbling to the surface.

My father rose to my mother’s side and held her,

“Do not blame her, this is my fault. I forced her to stay with me and I forced her to give you up.” He said.

“Why?” I cried.

“I had read that there would come a time when the age of men would be threatened and that only my daughter could save them. I thought this was nonsense until you came along and then I realised that I had to give you up because the world would need you one day. This was not an easy choice. Your mother did not speak to me for a year.” He explained.

I fell silent unsure of how to feel. I couldn’t understand why it was me. What was so special about me? My father pulled out of thin air a small black leather book.

“This is why you came. Here is your birth right.” He said handing me the book.

I opened the first page and read the title, ‘Death’s Grimoire’. A grimoire was a textbook of magic which could be either constructive magic, destructive magic or even both. You see there is no such thing as black or white magic. Destruction and creation are two sides of the same coin. Flicking through the pages I read the spells all hand written carefully in English. There were spells for storms, barriers, light, water, growth and many more.

“Use it wisely.” My father said.

The room suddenly melted away and I found myself back in the confines of the store. Bea, Greg, Sophie, Jacques, and Kai were all waiting patiently for me having gathered their supplies.

“Are you okay?” Asked Bea.

I nodded and told them where I had been. Honestly Bea, Greg and Kai were more of a family to me then my parents. Bea hugged me and said,

“After all this we can watch man-eating bear movies and stuff our faces full of ice cream.”

Loki suddenly appeared out of nowhere, “It’s time to go.” He said.