In an ambush, the stick is grabbed from my grasp and I'm put into a headlock by a sturdy and heavy, hairy arm. What was I thinking? Was I really about to kill her? Am I capable of that? She scrambles to stand up on her feet as fast as she can even though her expression never changes, sending stray leaves and pebbles into the air. I think we're both stunned.
"Well, Varnika. You think you can just come here and take out my members without me showing up?" Dad? "You don't really think I just so happened to come back right in the middle of this mess, do you? What a coincidence that would be. Five years of no communication and then I suddenly appear right when you get some powers? No, there's no coincidence about that, hun."
My own father is against me; flesh and blood. Doesn't he know he is t
