~Lilith~
I heard a knock on my door, but decided to ignore it. Tonight wasn’t the night I wanted to see anyone. “Lilith!” the person on the other side of the door called out.
“Oh no,” my face visibly paled. I knew that voice. But, it couldn’t be her, could it?
“LILITH! I am so not in the mood for this! So answer the bloody door!” she screamed.
I quickly jumped off the bed and quickly opened the door to reveal my older sister Miria standing there with her six year old daughter Loral. Miria normally looked around 18 years old, like virgin fairies did on nights of the full moon. Though since Miria had had a child, she looked like that permanently. Our mother, who had only given birth to us two, looked around 25. Miria looked exactly like me, but with purple hair and wings.
“What do you want?” I walked back over to the bed and sat down, crossing my legs.
She walked into the room, holding her daughter’s hand. “You know why I’m here.”
“The Kenai?” I asked.
“The Kenai,” she nodded.
Loral looked between us confused, “Mommy, what’s a Kenai?”
“It’s nothing sweetie,” she smiled at the little fairy. “So, what are you planning to do about it?” she looked back up at me, all emotion gone from her face.
I took a deep breath. “Micheal has gathered a group. We’re going to wake up Athena and Artemis,” I explained.
She nodded, “I understand.” She turned to walk out of the room. “Just try not to die, because I’m not going to start where you left off,” she turned back, and then slammed the door.
“I know. Believe me, I know.”
