When she woke up, she thought everything had been a dream, a horrendous one. She would have entertained this thought for a bit longer had she not tossed in bed and seen a miniature model of the creature she had fought hissing in a cage on the bedside table. It was probably that hissing that had woken her up. After everything that had just happened a toy version of the calamity she had just faced was the last straw. She leaned over the bed and vomited over the carpet.
Her grandmother came running in with her brother tailing close behind. "Oh, you're awake!" Her gramma said, "That's wonderful! Here have some curry!" She said as she handed her a tray. Amy looked back at her mortified. "Don't worry, this one's fine." Her brother said noticing the look on her face. She had every reason not to trust them but something inside her told her that it was alright. That she could relax now.
She picked up the spoon and ate a bite. Everything seemed to melt away with one bite. It wasn't a gourmet-style meal. It was a normal plate of curry her gramma had made, and that meant the world to her at that moment. The same savory and extremely spicy flavor. Oh how she loved spicy foods. She was having it with white rice and it was heaven. The yellow spicy, savory and tangy curry filled with even spicier crispy pakoras (fritters). She absolutely adored eggplant pakoras! It really was her favorite dish.She finished the plate and would ask for seconds… later. "So …. Mind explaining that?" She said pointing at the cage. "Why that's your birthday gift!" She said with an air of greatairiness. She seemed to try her best to ignore the fact that her "Birthday gift" was biting the bars of its cage.
"I see," She said in an icy voice, "Boutiques went on strike now did they?" Her grandmother seemed to have both expected and dreaded that answer. She fidgeted a bit and said, "Toys are nice too." Amy's frustration mounted with each fraction of a second that passed without a proper answer. "I didn't realize they moved now ….. Or hated their packaging, I wouldn't know, would I? I haven't seen one since I was five." She said with a toneless voice. The lack of anger seemed to scare her grandmother even more. "I…Um… so…me and…uh..." She stammered desperately thinking of absolutely anything under the sun to say. When nothing came Alex scoffed and turned to his gramma, "Come on Gramma! Just tell her what you told me she'll be ecstatic!" Her Gramma looked mortified and tried to stammer something but the fear was just a bit too much at the moment.
"Tell me what?" She asked with a voice that was honey, "A bit of happiness would be much appreciated at the moment." Alex spoke very quickly "So basically Gramma's the headmistress of a monster hunting school and the thing we just fought was the weakest species of the strongest genera. That thing is a model that every monster hunter receives when he or she kills her first monster. We both killed it so we're sharing and I'm keeping it in my room. She's hiding all this from the vice principal who is also her best friend who told her that she is not allowed to test us that way under any circumstances and she's going to kill her when she finds out. And we'll be learning to be monster hunters! I'm an alchemist cuz I was able to imbue magic into the weed killer and you're a seer cuz you slapped the chimera with magic and healed all your wounds! Seers are the best! Gramma told me!"
Amy kept looking at him her face stuck in the smile she had worn when she had asked him. Gramma indeed looked like she would never smile again and everything she had been afraid of saying had just been said. Alex turned to Gramma and said, "See she's fine!" Gramma turned white and opened her mouth to say something but her mouth was too dry. Alex looked at her with a confusion that was immediately answered with an ear-splitting crash as her Gramma's crystal bowl went flying across the room and hit him square in the back of his head. He touched it and expected blood and saw it. What he did not expect and saw was his sister's hair flying upwards as if there was a fan under it. Her eyes purple with cat-like slits her cheeks covered with luminescent purplish-pink scales and a black fog spread around the room and Alex could just barely make out horrible creatures forming in it and preparing to step out.
Alex now fully understood EXACTLY what his Gramma had been afraid of.