The day I turned eighteen, I was still not up to par with my parents' standards.
If I can call them "parents".
They are going to have me executed.
Then what will I be reborn as?
A human?
A donkey?
Will I even be reborn?
I won't know until that fateful day.
"get up"
My mother commanded firmly.
"We are discarding trash today"
By trash she likely meant me.
"No"
I replied.
What the hell am I doing?
I just said no to the queen of crypt ids?
"Excuse me? I gave you life and I can surely take it away. Now get up"
"I SAID NO!"
I bellowed at her, causing her to flinch.
Her face went red with anger.
"JAR! GET IN HERE! THIS GARBAGE NEEDS TO LEARN ITS PLACE"
I heard the loud thumping of my father's feet coming towards my room.
"What's going on here?"
He stood menacingly in the doorway.
Slowly pulling a whip from his belt.
"I'll let you handle it"
My mother gave me a smirk and walked away.
Leaving me alone with my father.
He cracked his whip in the air.
I'm so done for.
Then I started to feel something rising within me.
Not vomit.
Not anger.
No.
It felt like magic.
That's the only way I could describe it.
Then I felt it rise to my mouth.
But then I realized.
Would it taste bad?
It probably would.
I pictured it moving to my hands
and they felt stronger.
I hope they were.
Because I was gonna beat the shit out of my so-called "father".
I dive in for a punch.
And I hit him.
He gets sent flying across the room and crashes into the wall.
He doesn't look angry though.
He looks proud.
"You can use Manga at eighteen? Looks like you aren't trash after all!"
He let out a hearty laugh and called out to my mother.
"Hey Kara! Our son can use Magna!"
I heard her gasp from the other room.
What is going on?
What is Magna?
I guess I'll have to find out…