Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-43957690-20191101212115/@comment-43957690-20191108173544

Chapter three: The art of being forgotten

My life was rough when the Black Swan showed up. When Sophie, and my brother Fitz got all wrapped up in the secret war between two dangerous rebbel groups.

How was it rough?

Well, for one thing, there was my ability. I should be glad that I manifested. Vanishing is a good power. But even though I made a big ruccus about it, I was dissapoineted in myself. Vanishing. The power to dissapear. The power to hide.

And I couldn't help but notice that when I manifestd, I dissapeared in a different way. Other things became more important. (I know what you're thinking. "Oh, no I'm not the center of the universe!")

But it hurt. Because my own father was ignoring me, and makining room for everything else.

Annother thing that had been gnawing at me at the time was the fact that my father's mind had broke. For about a week, I didn't bathe, didn't eat, didn't speak to anyone. I was okay with being invizible.

But then he was healed, and everything turned out to be fine. We were a happy family.

And then he went back to work, and I dissapeared once again.

The last- probaly least important thing that was making my life miserable was Keefe. I liked him, and it was obvious. But he once again treated me like I was invizible. He had eyes for only Sophie.

All in all, it weemed like I had become part of the background. Something always there, but rarely mentionable. I was included as part of the group, but I was also left behind.

I don't blame Sophie. She had way too mutch going on. Honesly, I don't know who to blame, if not for myself. See, back then, I didn't have the guts to speak up. I didn't have the pride from facing down one of the most wicked elves in the lost cities. Vespara.

But all that soon. Back then, it was turn to be silent.

I didn't know it, but fate was preparing me for my own, self made legacy.