“Make sure they don’t exist,” mom’s voice snapped something aggressive in me, and the light inside me began to explode into our combination. It hit mom on the chest; she didn’t stagger, her evil powers matching ours in a fair tie.
I felt myself stumble and fly over to the corner of the lair, hitting my head on the shelf. Mom got in front of me, kneeling down to my level and her nails dug in my wrist.
“I’ll make you regret you ever lived,” she snarled, her nails hurting me.
“No, I am not you,” she scowled at my response, her eyes darkening.
“Leave her alone,” Dad directed to mom, but she disregarded him, looking at me with so much hatred. If only glares could kill, then I might be dead right now but I wasn’t. I am a warrior.
I winced as her nails left a mark on my wrist. I stared int
