Ritchie looked at Katie as though she had grown another head. Everything Maria had told him was true. He was the chosen magi, the one who had to kill these mutants…the straya.
“And, are you..?” Ritchie wondered.
“Yes, i am a magi as well, but i am more distantly related to them so that we are not related and that i am not as powerful.”
“She’s being modest,” Robert spoke finally. “She really is quite powerful.” Katie blushed. “You’re simply more powerful, Ritchie. Your mother, she was… well we thought she might have been the chosen one, but on your birthday… well i guess you could say we were proven wrong.” Robert’s face fell.
“Dad,” Ritchie ventured. “Mom didn’t really die because of her diabetes, did she?” A tear feel from his father’s eye and Ritchie reached a hand across the table to grasp the other man’s.
“No,” he said at last. “She…she had fought the straya the day before your party and they…they totally drained her. She should have rested the whole next day. It’s all my fault.”
“No, it’s mine”