Archive | December 19, 2012

124. A Mother’s Power

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This time I got to see myself making faces and I realized that yes, giving birth makes me look funny.  Too bad I couldn’t laugh through the pain.

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I rode to the hospital on my new flying vaccuum so I wouldn’t have to wait for a taxi.  I actually felt rather safe on it.  Good thing my pain threshold is high or I would have fallen off halfway there.

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Back home, I carried Selena to a crib.

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Then Nikial came with me.

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And finally Richelle joined her older brother and sister.  Looking down at them, I knew I would do my best to raise them right.  They would turn out like me, not like their murderous father.  I had already raised Chris, who was a werewolf.  Polar’s children would not turn out to be monsters just because they were half-wolf.  At most, they would destroy furniture whenever they were in a bad mood.

That was what I told myself.

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I received a phone call from Holly.  “I heard what happened with Polar Cubb.  I’m so sorry, Gran.  Can I come over?”

“Sure,” I said, smiling because I would see my granddaughter.  I would never tell anyone, but Holly was my favorite grandchild.

Then I felt guilty for smiling, remembering what had happened to the zombies.  How could I ever feel happy after seeing that sort of horror?  Was I as wicked as Polar because I could not stay sad?

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“Hi, Holly,” said Ricky.  “Are you here to do magic?”

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“Actually, no,” said Holly.  “I’m just here to help your mom do magic, and to make her feel better.”

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“What kinda magic?  Are you gonna make her forget what happened?  I think she’d like that.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t do that.  My magic is with genetic manipulation.  I can’t erase memories.  And even if I could, I don’t think I would.  Memories are what make us who we are.  The good, the bad, and the ugly.”

“I don’t get it.”

“Maybe you will when you’re older.”  She ruffled his hair.

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“Hi,” she said when I came out to them, and she hugged me as Ricky ran off.  “I really am sorry about what happened.  Are you all right?”

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“That’s the bad thing.  If I don’t think about it, I’m fine.  It’s only when I think about it that I’m not.”

“Why is that bad?”

“I don’t know.  Shouldn’t I be more upset?”

“Everyone deals with grief in their own way.  Maybe you’re just in shock.”

“Yeah, maybe.  So, um, why did you come over?  Not that I have a problem with it…”

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“Oh, yeah. I came across this spell in my spellbook and I thought it might cheer you up a bit.”

“What is it?”

“Come on, I’ll show you in your spellbook.”

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“Seems like there’s a lot of dust on the magic supplies,” she said as I looked over the spell.  “Don’t you use this stuff?  I left it all here just so you could.”

“I’m not a witch,” I said.  “How’m I even supposed to do a spell?  I don’t see the point in having witch’s gear when I can’t use any of it.”

“Your aura works the same as a spell,” said Holly.  “You get the benefit of not needing a big pointy stick or to memorize words.  All you have to do is know what you want and do what I taught you with your aura.  And you can so use this stuff.  Alchemy can be taught to anybody, not just a witch.”

“So I can turn stone into gold?”

“Maybe, if you ever find a potion for it,” said Holly.  “Anyways, what would you need gold for?  Aren’t you super-rich from Grandpa’s band?”

“No, I’m super-rich because of investments.  For the last time, you don’t have a grandpa!”

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“Are you sure I can do this?” I asked.

“Positive.  It was indexed under, ‘Magic Anybody Can Do.’  Trust me, you can.”

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I focused on my aura and thought about what I wanted.

“See, I told you so!” said Holly.

I smiled too.  It was nice to know I wasn’t a total failure at being a fairy.

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I held up the key I’d summoned and waved it.  The door of the chest I’d summoned with it opened.

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Bonehilda picked up Nikial and changed his diaper.  He giggled at her.

“I just hope she doesn’t scare the kids,” I said.

“I doubt she will.  They’re not screaming, are they?” said Holly.

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In the morning, I aged the triplets up.  Looking at them, I wondered briefly if any of the three share their father’s spirit deep within them.  But if they do, does it really matter?  As long as I raise them to be good, they will be fine.  Children are not their parents.  I know that as well as anyone.