Bonded{ The Hybrid's Curse}

BRID'S

2: A TYP

so that it could burn more brightly and heat up, the whole place. She swept, mopped, arranged the pantry, washed all the plates and pots under one hour. She was super-fast doing house chores. She didn't know,

o take care of myself. Why don't I know, my father? Was I left to the mercy of, my deranged mother all these years. She kn

parlor, startling Ayla, as she

n. Rushing, she was in time to see, her mother

dn't flinch. Instead she cackled and smiled like a child, watching the hand burn. Ayla dragged her mother, out of the fireplace as she hurriedly dropped her hand in a bas

, and you re laughing. She said as she wiped the hand, even

looked away, angry that her daugh

d now, you are mad at me. She said exasperated, but her m

away at the towel. She co

e process. She said pulling harder at the towel, as her mother hand fell o

hat her mother's hand wasn't burnt at al

confused on how to explain, this strange phenom

She said poking at her mother's mysterio

dged closer and carried her hand. She could feel, the heat burning her hand already before she even reached near it. But the pain was real, her mother plunged her hand into the fireplace

fear, she sa

d ringing in her ears, tearing away at her ear drums, as she pressed her hand s trying to shut out t

run a marathon race. Startled she looked at the mirror, her eyes, fading, a bright green color as it returned to the usual brown

d she got lost in her thoughts, imagining that her moth

what the hell wa

she had no idea. She needed someone to talk

at her, doing the exact same thing, she is doing. But as soon, as she bent down, to spit out the paste in her mouth, her reflection, still stood erect,

to go. She didn't want the fun to end. She would c

, in the mirror. As she checked her teeth and tong

be a good day, for