It Must Be a Myth

Thur.  11/21/2250 – By Kayla Salmon.


It was a Thursday. Thursday, named after the Norse god, Thor. Thor, who she knew through her research of art history; Gods were common topics of art. Art, her love of which stemmed from her father, as her father was a professional artist and always loved to see how the skill was passed through the centuries. How beautiful it could be.

While she was not a “daddy’s girl,” Aelita and her sister Gwen had always had a close relationship with their father, something much warmer and kinder than what they had with their mother. That wasn’t to say they didn’t have a relationship with their mother, but Lucielle was a strong woman, head of the Rede household and the head of her own company, with a high view of her daughters and how they should act and represent the Rede family. So when the girls were starved for attention their mother didn’t know how to give, they found refuge with their father. They’d curl up in their father’s elaborate workshop and watch him work. His paintings were grand and elegant, like watching an old master at work, and often many of his pieces were centered around mythology.

The first text was received in her third period French class. Dad fell off his bike. In the hospital, don’t worry. And she didn’t. Like Aelita, her father was a hemophiliac and even minor injuries resulted in hospital stays. Usually only for a day, maybe two, and then he was back home making jokes about how clumsy he was and painting in his studio again. Aelita sent her mom a text and asked if she should come home, but she was assured that it wasn’t necessary to miss school. Her mother asked her to not tell her sister, since she had a test the next day, and Aelita obliged.

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