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Taking hold of it I pushed my powers and cast a spell for her to sleep. I did not want grandmother harmed.
However she had other plans, dipping her hand in my blood she drew up the curse. I remember the spell and swore. The Cambodian tattooed curse, not the nicest way to die but it was effective and deadly.
"Come on, I'm your niece. I'm your blood." I shouted.
"Is that of any importance Genevian?" she asked ever so chidingly, "One grandchild is enough, I do not need a weak poor quality replacement spare."
"Stop, I am not a spare. I am wanted and loved."
"You are a spare and a mistake. I pressured her to marry and have you." grandmother said quietly lost in her thoughts, "It was wrong. She went wrong after that always partying, always drinking, and always making a scandal. Finally, I had enough. She had to settle down. Getting a husband and child would mellow her out."
"I don't think it was what happened. She would not have married for you. Mother is not weak and father loved her."
"No, she married. It was her way of running away from home."
"Stop, you can't tell me that you believe if I am dead mother will come back home. You'll lose her. She loves me. I may not be her perfect child but she still keeps me in her life that is more than what you have with her." I pointed out.
It was the wrong thing to do she went berserk and cursed me. When it hit me I chose to fight and take my stand. The pain was unbearable, I took my time weaving a spell to counter its effect, and placing a hand over the embedded stone of the lake, I tried to fight for me life, and everything was on the line.
In it flash blue and out game halo images of the Knight of the round table. They did seem angry drawing their sword ready for a fight.
There was a fight. In a blink of an eye grandmother was hurled her back across the desk into one of the mirror. I saw it happen and hurl a fireball at the mirror trying my best to destroy it. She did not need more power to harm us with or to aid her if she decides to run.
Her flesh distorted and twist in ways that never should be possible. Screams filled the room as my grandmother face her fate. The mirror chatters I knew we were in danger, magic pour into her filling her until she could not take any more. Her circuits were on the blink of burning. I felt it happening and I was powerless to stop the worst, I could just keep her alive by taking some of the magic. This was not good and it hurt no less than the curse or even more. I always used crystals and with other medium it made it hard to control the flow.
"Grandmother, stop pulling" I shouted desperately.
"No,"
The pull was loosing the bidding of the room. I could see hope at the end of the table. Feelya bit of magic coming in.
