The 11th Year: Part 1
AN: I revised the prologue so you’ll want to go back and read it. Thanks!
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The 11th Year: Part1
So when my birthday roles around on April 1st, 2001, I know it is going to be a great day and that I will be spoiled rotten. On my birthday Aunt Lara and Uncle Alex let me have the whole day off of training and I get to spend it however I want. I’m lucky though this year, everyone is able to come, meaning Uncle Angel.
Dad and Uncle Peaches (yeah, I’ve adopted calling people by nicknames from my dad) always try to one up each other every year so that is bound to get interesting. Aunt Lara is unpredictable on gifts, I never know what I’m going to get, same with Uncle Alex. Bryce normally gets me something electronic and Hillary something that I will use more than once.
Plus come September, I know I’ll be shipping off to magic school, so this is my last birthday together for awhile.
After a quick stretching, I decided to crawl my way out of the comfyness that is my queen-sized bed. Throwing the silver silk sheet and crimson comforter off myself, I trudge to my bathroom. I double back to my closet and dresser first though to grab some clothes.
Thirty minutes later, I exit the bathroom bare footed in an old pair of acid washed jeans and faded Rolling Stones t-shirt. My mid-back long, blonde hair is still damp from the shower as I open my door. I head down the hall, past Lara’s study and down the stairs to the kitchen looking for not only coffee but also food.
When I rounded the bend to get to the kitchen, I see my family in the lounge area with balloons, a banner, and what looks to be confetti everywhere. Oh, and a cake and there’s Hillary with coffee.
As I enter the room I’m immediately lifted of the ground by my dad and everyone is shouting, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” at me.
After I’m passed around for birthday hugs, I finally managed to snag my coffee mug and savor the tasty liquid.
“Cake or presents first?” asks my dad.
My stomach growls, answering the question and Uncle Hillary takes that as his cue to start lighting the candles on my cake that’s decorated like a tomb. After they sing me happy birthday and I blow out the candles, Hillary starts passing out cake and drinks.
Once done with the food we move on to the presents!
I grab the first present next to me, which is the shape of a long rectangle box.
“That ones form me” says Angel.
I throw him a grin before ripping the wrapping paper off and lifting the lid to the box. Inside laid a beautiful pair of twin black stainless steel blades, with silver plated pommel and the guard surrounded black leather grips. Beside them were two sheaths meant to go on your back.
My jaw dropped as I lift one of the swords out of the box, “They’re beautiful, Uncle Angel! Thank you so much! I love them!”
“You’re welcome Amanda, I glad you like them. I had the blades blessed and soaked in holy water for extra protection.”
I set the sword back in the box and get up to wrap him in a huge bear hug while the rest of the family oh and awe over my new swords.
As I pull back, he motions for me to hold on and I look at him curiously.
“Got something else for me in that coat of yours big guy?” I ask with a silly grin on my face.
With a small smile, he answers, “Yes actually,” and then pulls a small jewelry box out. And motions for me to open it. I reach out to take the box, as I settle myself onto his knee.
When I open the box, I see a small silver cross necklace nestled in the middle. I pull it out to look at it more closely.
“Uncle Angel, you shouldn’t have.”
“Actually this is the twin pair to the one your mother has.” He says as I gasp and tears start to well in my eyes as he wraps his arms around me.
“It is?” I ask in a quiet voice.
“Yes, I bought them together and they’re identical.”
Tears are flowing from my eyes as he gently brushes them away with his thumb.
“Thank you. Thank you so much! I’ll treasure it forever, I promise,” I beam at him through my tears.
Uncle Angel just smiles back at me, until we here a clearing of a throat and a whiny voice, “Now why did you have to do that Peaches? How I’m I bloody going to top that? Thanks a lot Captain Forehead!”
I giggle into Uncle Angel’s chest before getting up and heading back to my seat, therefore, missing Angel’s smug look directed towards my dad.
“Thanks for ruining the moment Dad.”
“Not a problem, bit. Anytime really.” He sarcastically responds, as I shake my head and settle back into my chair to resume my present opening.
Part two of this will be up soon! I promise! Don’t forget to review please!