The Story of A Demi-Goddess (Marvel)

I was with my mom at a doctor’s appointment today and my doctor, Dr. Singh, shoved a flashlight into my eyes and carefully looked around them to see if there was anything in it. Then, she started to look concerned.

“Freya,” she started to say, “have you been taking enough vitamins everyday?”

I looked at my mom and she mirrored my puzzled face. “I don’t understand,” my mom said, “she’s taken everything she needed to.”

“Her eyes are lacking vitamin C, Mrs. Summers,” Dr. Singh told my mom. “Do you want me to prescribe her with medicine in a pill or as a liquid?”

Liquid is always the worst. It usually tastes disgusting and tart. I started to sigh, this had been the second month of my dry eyes. It always felt like it was burning and we told my doctor about this. We did everything that she’s told us to do, but it just doesn’t seem the work.

“We will take the pill,” my mom said.

“Thank goodness,” I thought, relieved.

After we left and Mom was driving us back home, I asked her while sighing and throwing my head back, “Why do my eyes always feel like they’re on fire? I did everything that y'all said to do.”

“Well, I just learned that a lack of vitamins may not be causing this, but something else is.”

I sat up a bit straighter. “I don’t get it,” I said, “what do you mean by that?”

“We’ll talk about it with your father when we get home,” she said. She seemed so calm right now while I’m just kind of freaking out in my brain.

“Don’t worry, Freya, it’s nothing bad,” Mom said reassuringly, “this will actually be a blessing, you’ll see.”

My eyes burning is a blessing? I thought to myself. Her words were like puzzle pieces that didn’t know how to click sometimes. This sounds a bit different than what she normally says.

As my mom and I stepped into the house, there was a scent of sweet and savory sauce and the smell of white rice. There was also the sizzling of chicken in the pan. My dad was making chicken fried rice, my favorite.

I walked into the kitchen and saw Dad about ready to finish making dinner. “How was the doctor’s appointment?” he asked me while smiling.

“Well…” I trailed off and looked around, then continued my sentence, “It wasn’t great.”

“Why, sweetheart?” He asked, worry in his voice.

“Alex,” my mom said, “I think it may be happening.”

“My period is happening? But I had my first one years ago,” I joked.

Neither of my parents laughed.

“Did I say something wrong?” I asked, switching my eyes to both of them.

Dad put his hand on my shoulder. “No sweetheart, it’s just that…,” he trailed off when he looked at Mom. “We’ll be right back, make sure to finish your homework.”

“Yes, sir,” I responded. My dad fist bumped me as he and my mom left the living room into their room. Is he in trouble? What did mom mean by “I think it may be happening”?

“Do you think her mutation is happening?” I overheard my mom ask.

Mutation? I thought, confusingly.

“Come on, Sersi,” Dad said with a bit of irritation that I usually don’t hear from him often, “You know that she’s more than just a mutant! I’ve been wanting to tell her about her legacy. It’s about time we tell her.”

“But I want to protect her the best I can,” Mom’s voice was quivering, almost as if she was about to cry.

“All we can do as parents is protect our kids the best we can, then we have to let them go as they grow up,” Dad sympathetically said.

“But this isn’t just about growing up, it’s about how her powers will effect her day to day life.”

Ok, that was enough. I had to go inside once and for all and ask what in the world is going on.

“Mom, Dad, am I a mutant?” I asked.

My parents looked at each other as if saying she probably heard us but we need to tell her the truth.

Dad walked up to me with a sympathetic smile on his face. “Yes, sweetheart,” he said, “we were planning to tell you before you were starting to experience signs of manifestation…”

“We were planning on telling Freya when she is ready,” Mom looked Dad with an attitude.

My stomach felt as though there was a lot of butterflies. But I felt kind of angry too.

“Why didn’t y’all tell me this sooner so that I can prepare for my powers to come?” I asked, my stomach feeling a bit stiff.

“I wanted you to live a normal life as a child so you wouldn’t have to worry about your powers at an early age,” Mom sympathetically told me.

This wasn’t making sense. How would I have…? Wait a minute. I remembered. “Was that the reason why Dr. Singh said that I was lacking vitamin C?”

Mom nodded. “Yes, but you will not be taking the pills. We don’t how it would effect your powers.”

“Actually,” Dad started to say while scratching head, “Dr. Singh is a regular doctor and also a doctor that specializes in mutant genetics.”

Mom’s eyebrows scrunched up and she started to look furious. “What?!,” she practically yelled, “Why didn’t you tell me?” Her eyes were also glowing too.

My mom has superpowers too? I thought. Umm… what is truly going on here?