- 203 AD, Egypt (Roman Empire) -

"-Mum? Dad, what's going on?? Iraka?"

I looked at the magenta-pink spirit to my left, who had tears in her eyes as she stared at the massacre from the shadows. I couldn't comprehend what was happening. A human held a golden ring with a red crystal inside. Inside that crystal was where our mum was. The chants scared me. It was like the sound was closing in and trapping me in my own bubble of sanity. I peeked out from around the rock, and stared at the humans shouting,

"ALTAAQAT ALATI 'ULQIHA TAKMUN FI 'AEMAQI, YAJIB 'AN TAMUT AL'ARWAH WALSHATAYIM WATAKHTABI. QAD TAKUN MHASRAN FI SIJN SHIRIYR, FALAN YASUD WUJUDUK ALSHABAHIU BAED ALAN. HADHIH ALLAHZAT ALATI YATIMU NAFIK FIHA, 'ADEU ALLAH 'AN TAKUN QAD FAKARAT FI HAYAATIK, 'ULQIT BIHADHIH ALTAEWIDHAT LI'ASRUKH EALAYK BIS ALMASIRA."

It was in Arabic, I could tell. It indirectly translated into English, saying:

"May thou energy casted, lay deep inside, spirits and curses must die and hide.
May you be trapped in a wicked jail, your ghostly presence will no longer prevail.
This moment thou art banished, I pray you thought life through,
I cast this spell to shriek good riddance unto you."

By the time I was done translating the magic spell through my head, dad was already gone. I wailed.

Both of my parents were gone. Humans did that. What did we do to them? Absolutely nothing.

I was suddenly grabbed by the wrist and dragged away. Letting out a yelp of surprise, Iraka dragged me up into the sky where we wouldn't be able to be seen well. Tears still streamed down my face like waterfalls, and they wouldn't stop.

Hm. I'll call it waterfall syndrome. Something tells me I'll need that in the future.

Iraka grabbed me by the shoulders. I stared into her white and yellow eyes. She was sobbing and scared just as much as I was even though she was four years older than me. I didn't think it was possible for her to get scared like that. She cried out through the tears,

"It'll be okay. I promise."

Humans were starting to notice us from the ground. That- thing- was being aimed towards us again.

"How do you know that?"

"We can see into the future, remember?"

"Yeah but only two-hundred years-"

"We'll be fine as long as we stick together."

My fear suddenly turned into serenity. I felt safe now. I wiped my eyes clear of tears, and agreed,

"Okay."
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-503 years later-

He looked at me with loving eyes, and asked,

"Hey, honey, do you mind getting some more iced tea? It looks like we only have one more."

"Sure thing, Cap!"

"Bye, Mom!"

Me; my daughter, Isabella; my husband, Caplinik; and my sister, Iraka, decided to stay the weekend in a forest somewhere in Canada. Caplinik did invite some of our other friends, but they already had plans. Usually they're never busy.

I started off gliding through the barren trees, racking through my memory to remember where the nearest stream was located. The three of us passed one on the way, so if I took the same route we came, then it was only a matter of time until I came across it once again. I breathed in and out, letting the fridgid, smokey air fill me and refresh my senses.

Wait- smokey?

I stopped in place and looked around. To my right was a continuation of the dry, snow-covered forest, and to my left was a gentle, blaze-orange glow. Out of curiosity, I glided towards it to see a human tribe surrounding a fire. It made sense, as it was February. It's pretty cold in these parts at this time of year. Getting focused once again, I looked past the humans and saw the stream that we had passed earlier in the day. I sped up to it, and descended so I floated just a few inches off the ground. I reached down into the water, closed my eyes, and concentrated. Even though I submerged both of my hands, the rapid, flowing water never moved around them but through them. After a few minutes of concentration, I opened my eyes and pulled out six spiritual cans of beyond-current-time, peach-flavored iced tea. I smiled, my heart fluttering with joy at the fact that I produced the correct amount of cans this time. Eager to keep Caplinik and Iraka waiting any longer, I rushed back to our spot.
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Ducking my head under a branch, I announced,

"I'm back with the tea!"

I looked back at Iraka and Caplinik, and my smile dropped and eyes widened. Iraka, sitting floating in front of Caplinik with her fingers intertwined with his, pulled her face away from Caplinik's lips, sharply gasping from the sound of my voice hitting her ears. Her light yellow irises met mine, with a desperate hope for understanding that was now far out of her reach. Caplinik, confused, turned around and froze, his pupils shrinking as soon as they saw the color purple. Bella was nowhere in sight. I dropped the cans of tea, my eyes filling up with tears. My lip quivered as Caplinik let go of Iraka's hands. My sister reached for Caplinik as he started a glide toward me, terrified. Caplinik pleaded,

"Trona, it's not what it looks like- I can explain."

I managed to get myself to sound more angry then I was heartbroken and betrayed, and demanded,

"How long."

Caplinik paused and stuttered out,

"I-I don't kn—"

I interrupted him and yelled,

"HOW LONG, CAPLINIK."

My ex-husband stared at me, clearly regretting his decisions. He sighed defeatedly,

"Eight months."

Iraka stared at me, silently begging me not to lose it more than I already have. I glared at her, scowling. I stared back at Caplinik, bounding toward him and screaming,

"WITH MY SISTER? WHAT KIND OF SICK PIECE OF CRAP ARE YOU?"

He winced, and continued to stare at me with regret in his eyes. I managed to calm myself down so I wouldn't scream anymore, but I continued,

"I knew you were acting odd. I never expected this."

Caplinik whispered under his breath,

"I-I'm sorry."

Iraka "comforted" me by saying,

"Hey, it's not your fault. We just weren't expecting you t-"

That filled me with hatred. Tears still streamed down my face. I would've wished every ounce of pain and suffering onto the two if I could have. Instead, I interrupted again and deadpanned in a low voice,

"You know what else you weren't expecting?"

Their faces dropped as I formed a kind of phys-spirit weaponry from behind my back with my own plasma: spirit spears. I leered at them both as I launched a spear through both of their torsos, and I didn't care if it was overkill. I didn't care if it was because of my anger issues, I wanted them both dead forever and I wanted it now. Iraka, pain stricken, yelped,

"TRONA-"

I interrupted yet again, and spat,

"Don't call me that, yhenj. I don't need to be reminded of my future."

Caplinik opened his mouth to speak, but I only stared at him as I continued,

"I've been trying. I've been trying so undoubtedly hard to keep myself together in our fallen-apart marriage for your daughter. I've been repressing every little thing that pisses me off so Isabella can have a normal life, but then you do this. I've been trying to change my future because that's not what I want. I never bothered to look into this moment because I thought I'd be able to change it. I don't want to torture some kid from 1214, but I guess you can't change destiny after all. You played right into time's hands and you know it."

Iraka cried out,

"But you don't have t-"

Without hesitation, I formed and threw another spear through her head. I had no regrets. She froze and her irises became a blank white. Caplinik stayed silent. I've heard of manisaspirits absorbing one another to get stronger.

So I did.

I grabbed Iraka's floating corpse, and absorbed the magenta colored plasma through my hands. I was twice the size of Caplinik by the looks of it. I felt the extra power running through me like a freight train. Caplinik tried to dash away, but before he could, I created a spirit lasso and dragged him back to me. He screamed, being the pathetic cheater he is. I only laughed, happy to make him terrified one last time. I absorbed the lasso and grabbed both sides of his head, smiling as I felt the shaking of his body.

"Hope to see you never, sugar."

Before he could scream, I snapped his neck and immediately absorbed the plasma. Looking at what I just did, I felt good. Scoffing and picking up one of the iced tea cans, I grumbled,

"I didn't need either of them for the plans anyway."

I cracked it open and took a sip, the soft bubbling of the carbonation dissipating as the "liquid" disappeared after swallowing as per usual. I chuckled to myself,

"First my parents.. now my sister and my husband. I guess it feels good to kill those two."

I stared into the enveloping darkness, and cracked out another giggle. I smiled,

"Oh, Petrona, you're such a mess now, aren't ya?"

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