Imperfect
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“Is our family doomed?” Yasmeen whispered as the humid cold invaded her body and embraced her in its suffocating grip. “It’s as if we are attached to something big and scary and unavoidable. The Destiny seems to win whatever we try to do.”
“We are not doomed, these are only temporary complications. Your mum doesn’t know what she is doing now but she is a quick learner. She will find your daughter and your husband. Let’s go home, Little Flower.”
“You are right, Grandpa. Let’s go home. Do you think my mum will bring my dad back?”
“I don’t know but I’m sure she will try,” Drasa said with a tint of gloom in his voice. “The Boy was the best of us all. I wanted him to be happy and have a long, peaceful life with your mum. It must have cost him a lot to come to me after all those years he had been abandoned by me to ask for my help...”
“I have never seen my mum being so... decisive,” Yasmeen interrupted, her mind focusing only on her thoughts. “My mum has always relied on my dad in everything. Now she is fighting for all of us but she could have at least made a proper plan for her mission.”
“Your mum has a strange tendency to make very unreasonable decisions when she wants to protect the people she loves.” Drasa said with sarcasm.
“Like when she went to that scary monster Aaldir on her own. How could she do something so irresponsible,” Yasmeen said with fury.
“She wanted to protect Imre. She did not think clearly then. She never does, she just do things... and then regrets later.”
“Who was Aaldir?” Yasmeen questioned as they walked slowly towards Westfad Manor.
“He was a tragic pure Varuh, once. But who he really is I don’t know yet.”
“Grandpa, I left my husband who would probably have killed our best friend, Ettrian. My daughter is lost somewhere in the multi-dimensional Universe. My creepy mother will try to bring my dad from the dead. You and I, Grandpa, can only try to be smart and stubborn now in our pursuit for the answers. We will learn who you are, old Fogey. We will learn who is writing this creepy scenario for our family and we will be together reunited, all of us. We will be alive, all of us.”
Drasa caught up with her and put his arm across her back, stroking her arm with a caring gesture. Yasmeen sent him her sad smile and they walked like two ghosts, floating through the quiet heart of Greydalk. When they advanced towards Westfad Manor, the girl looked up at the sky and hissed.
“Can you sense it, Grandpa?” she asked, stopping and holding him back. This was the first time she appreciated the Varuh additions to her genome with her whole heart.
“What’s happening, Little Flower?” Drasa murmured.
“She is here, old Fogey!” Yasmeen raised her clenched fists as a timid excitement permeated her chest. “She is somewhere here. No, not somewhere. Not here, but here. I don’t understand.”
“When is she?” Drasa suggested. “When is she?”
“I don’t know but my Alyssa is in big trouble.”
“Your daughter is Devita, isn’t she? Devitas must always be in big trouble.”
Yasmeen clenched her teeth. She was now grateful for all the effort Cherry and Imre had put into her upbringing after of what had happened to Alyssa. Her anger turned into a warm readiness to show appreciation. She was happy to have such a wonderful grandpa like Drasa and she was proud that she was partially a Varuh, a freakish a member of an even more freakish family. She would stand up to what was to come in the future, side by side with her re-united family. They would find out why the Destiny wanted the girls to be born into her family. Drasa called them flowers and Yasmeen knew that so far the three of them had been born. How many more would fit the Destiny’s absurd plan? This would be what they had to figure out.
Yasmeen’s story will complete in book 4.
Neutral
By
Darci Darson
The Legend of the Seven Flowers Book#3
An Alyssa Devita Novella
Alyssa is a killer and a rule breaker. She is also a good friend and she can love with her whole heart. Alyssa’s story will complete in book 6.