Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #14 May 2015 | Página 71

in the dining room, eating a sandwich and tapping
his foot. Margo sat opposite him, amusing herself by
watching him get more and more nervous. They had
placed Patrick in one of the rooms an hour ago.
Jake stopped eating and got up. He walked to the door
and looked inside. Patrick was still asleep, bundled up
in white sheets with a peaceful expression.
“You know, your worrying won’t make him wake up
faster.” Margo ate a peanut.
“I know, I know.” Jake began pacing in front of
Margo. “I know that this is how the spell works: he is
revived and then sleeps so that the spell can settle in
and all of his organs can work. That doesn’t mean I’m
not allowed to worry. A thousand things could have
happened. His muscles could have atrophied, his brain
could have come back wrong, he may have lost his
memory, he might have...” Jake finally looked up and
noticed that Margo was chuckling. “Great, I’m freaking out here, and you are laughing at me.”
Margo got up and grabbed Jake’s shoulders, then
forced him to sit down. “Sit down and eat, I’ll make
coffee. We will wait until he wakes up.”
***
Margo was lying on the couch, half asleep. All of her
senses were draped in fog. Her mind was processing
everything that had happened these couple of days.
She finally got to know where she came from. Her origin didn’t make as big of a difference as she thought
it would. She used to think her mother abandoned her
in a ditch or an orphanage somewhere and that Malik
probably picked her up out of boredom. She always
thought her origin would be this big thing that would
completely change her character and fate. And yet,
there she was, same old her. She didn’t feel anything
towards her relatives. Her mother flashed in her mind.
She resembled a fact, like when you find out your
friend liked broccoli as a little kid. In her mind, she
didn’t have parents. Genes don’t make one a parent.
And Malik didn’t fit the bill either. He was too busy
with her training to raise her.

But two things did matter more than all of that. For
one, she was half demon. It may not have changed her,
but it did explain a lot about her. It made her feel more
like her own person. The second thing was how she
felt about her afterlife. She didn’t mind going to any
number of hells or hell-like planes that people cursed
her with. She didn’t expect the blood bond to send her
to the only place she did not feel she would get any
peace at. And then Jake brought her back. She had a
new chance in life, and she wasn’t about to spend it
waiting for a fact to change her life.
The voice that filled her head before seemed to have
taken a break and curled into a little ball in the back
of her head. It wasn’t intrusive, and yet noticeable,
approving of her determination. She wondered what it
meant when a slight jolt made her get up.
Jake had fallen asleep on the chair he had been sitting
on. His forehead was resting on the table, his head
held in place by his inch-long horns, and his hand was
still gripping the mug filled with coffee. He hadn’t
sensed Patrick standing right behind him.
Patrick had the appearance of someone who had slept
for twenty hours straight. His brown hair was messy
and his dark eyes were foggy. His face was also puffy.
He had grabbed himself a random shirt and pants from
the closet. He jumped a little, it seemed he hadn’t
noticed Margo.
She wanted to tell him who she was so that he didn’t
freak out, but he simply smiled at her and sat down
opposite Jake. The chair creaked under his weight.
“AH! I’m up, I’m up.” Jake shot up and stared at the
table for a few seconds, opening his eyes as wide as
he could. His hair was sticking up at odd ends, and
the middle of his forehead was red. He yawned, and
looked up. It took him a moment to realize what he
was looking at.
“You’re up? You’re up! How long have you been up?”
he turned to Margo. “You didn’t wake me!”
“I just woke up.” Patrick was amused with Jake’s
confusion. Margo dropped on the couch from silent ((