The Rejected Tribrid

et ready for school," mom softly utters as

m's gaze, murmuring, "I really don't want to g

of her hand on my forehead and asks, "What's t

ess, "My stomach is aching, and

on the forehead. "Now get up, birthday girl. I made your favorite break

stomach grumble, causing me to squ

with you," mom demands with a laugh whil

e morning, causing me to huff while tossing my blanket off and getting out

the bathroom becomes filled with steam. This creates a misty atmosphere that surr

banana crepes wafting throughout the house. Taking a seat at the kitchen table, I pause for a moment before indulging in a bite, relishing the usual

food. "Sweetheart, is everything alright? You've barely touched

y, Mom. Maybe I'm more nervous about today than I thought," I say,

al worry. "Is it because of your birthday party tonight? You know

h air, Mom. I'm going to go for a walk before school," I say, forcing a smile despite the tightening grip of anxiety in my chest. Witho

appears to be ordinary - children eagerly waiting for the school bus,

rs, sending chills down my spin

"Who are you?" I choke out, my voice barely a whisper. The figure ta

ing an icy shiver down my spine. "There are dark forces at play on this d

nd the stranger's words. "What do you mean? What forces?" I d

ou possess powers beyond your wildest imagination, Savage," the figure continues, their v

g before my eyes. "I...don't understand," I stutter out, my mind reeling with a mix of fear and curios

ce resonating with an otherworldly quality. "You are the key to unlocking

om my fingertips and spreads throughout my body. It's as if every nerve ending is

of this mysterious revelation. The figure's eyes seem

n one, Savage," th

nishment, struggling to comprehend what had just occurred. It's as if the figure's disappearance ha

f colors and a symphony of sounds that were previously concealed. It is an awe-inspiring experience th

seeking any sort of explanation. Yet, to my dismay, everything appears to be ordinary and unchanged. The

f pain that would confirm I am not trapped in a dream. However, the lack of any re

implications of this surreal experience. It feels as though a door to a parallel dime

stence. It is a moment that defies logic and challenges the boundaries of what, I thought, is possible, leaving me

ir ask as I turn around, and she is s

o me." I say to her, trying to ge

last five minutes," Clair sa

talking to me just a minute ago

ing. "Well, let's head to school and hopefully, you will feel better.

t your house?" I ask her whil

ven hotter when you meet your mate for the first time.