Jack
“s**t, s**t, s**t,” I mutter as I back away. Everyone is still kneeling as I feel the new power within me. “Get off your knees,” I tell them and keep backing away.
“Jack,” Sparky approaches me with my uncle. “Jack, you were chosen by the goddess.”
“No, no, no,” I shake my head.
“The goddess chose you to be king,” Uncle Tom drapes his arm over my shoulder. “She doesn’t make those choices lightly, son.”
“Jack,” I hear Priscilla calling, and she runs up to me with our son on her hip. She, too has a glow about her, and everyone bows as she walks by them. “What happened? I mean, I saw what happened, but- “she trails off.
“You are the queen, baby,” Her mother answers.
My mother stumbles up to us, holding her stomach.
“Mom, are you hurt?” I ask, suddenly forgetting everything.
She
