Ritchie pulled out a chair for himself and Katie and they cat down with his father across the table. His father looked worn and run down while Katie seemed to be the epitome of excitement.
“Can I tell him, please?” Katie asked eagerly. Robert’s eyes showed clear relief and he nodded.
“Ritchie, a long time ago, there were seven sisters who commanded the respect of the entire world. They were really…powerful, and that made some people scared. A lot of people shunned them because they were afraid of them, so they retreated from the rest of the world and no one ever saw them again. Their blood lives on though. One of the sister’s got pregnant, just before she left. And ever since, that blood-line has found a way to survive.”
“Who were these people?” Ritchie asked, trying to make sense of what Katie was telling him.
“They called themselves magi.”
“And what do they have to do with me?” Katie beamed at this.
“You, are the last direct descendant. You are the chosen to rid this world of the Straya- the mutants here”