♣ Anakin ♣
My parents had been arguing for what felt like hours, though it had probably only been five minutes. Over what? Oh, you might wonder. Well, it all started with one innocent question I felt was long overdue:
"Mother, Father, what are you?"
I swear, you would have thought I’d just grown a second head. Their stares—wide, confused—were almost comical.
"What do you mean?" My father’s voice, usually so composed, held an edge of confusion.
I took a deep breath, gearing up for this. I wasn’t a child anymore. "What I mean," I began slowly, "is that I can read your auras."
Their expressions shifted then, like I’d just told them I could fly. They stared at each other, unsure what to make of it. After a long moment, my mother composed herself, probably realizing that this conver
