A secret held for decades

I was baffled truly confused and terrified for my life. I’m only a twenty year old college student! I have my whole life ahead of me, Heck I hadn't even narrowed down what I wanted to study !… Well I had my whole life before me. Now I am scrambling against the clock to figure out what is wrong with me before it was too late.

The doctors that have seen me have no idea what is wrong and even they seem frightened for me. Ever since the day of my 20^th birth day at exactly 3:33 pm and Am I develop a stab wound just over my heart. If that wasn’t bad enough already it has been growing deeper slowly every month. The worst part is that this is not a secret so I get pitying looks from everyone. Friends and family have isolated me like I have some weird disease. I mean well ok I don't know whats wrong with me but a cut is a cut and an illness is an illness right?

Now I hesitantly stand before the house of my crazy great aunt Natasha hoping something in my families history could explain what was happening to me. It was a long shot but the doctor’s had suggested to search my background for clues. My mother was pretty silent in all this though her eyes shone with pain for me and just pointed me here. It made sense though this house had been in the family for generations. It had our families whole history recorded in the books of its library. As a child I always tried to sneak in there to see the books no one was allowed to look through. I still remember the smell of old books and the way the creaky wood floor gave me away. My aunt ran me out of the library with a broom I have never returned here sense.

I braced myself for the grumpy old woman’s harsh tone for disrupting her rituals or whatever it is she does. The sound of the knock seemed to echo and almost wrap around me uncomfortably. Waiting patiently I took in the garden in front of the house hoping it would calm my nerves. As the door opened I stood there eyes and mouth wide open at the young woman opening the door. She was beautiful with silver hair,pale skin, and glowing silver blue eyes that seemed otherworldly. Who was this woman? I was sure this was the right house but my great aunt was almost 130 glaring at any and all who crossed her path as bitter old ladies often do.

She smiled at me gently “welcome home my child I have been expecting you and we don’t have much time”. I was to stunned to react we she pulled me in the house and closed the door. How could it be? That was my great aunt’s gravelly voice coming out of the mouth of the young woman.

I followed silently to the dining room where she had already set out a strong scented lavender tea. Getting myself together I told her of what was happening to me desperately searching her face for answers. Her smile grew tight but she just silently motioned me to sit down at the table. Feeling defeated I did as she asked. My aunt left me with my tea for a few minutes and came back with a very old dusty and almost tattered book. I just looked at her hoping she had an answer for me while she smiled strangely at me. It was sad yet happy and a little resigned.

“You my dear are the 333^rd descendant of the goddess Hecate and her husband crow-father. Like I was chosen many years ago and the previous girl was chosen before that. Our job is to record and preserve history at all times. What we write gets added to the archives of the book keeper himself crow-father. However your job was starts at the age of 21 if not you would die for refusing your fate even if you were unaware. The cuts you receive is the Goddess carving her power into you without training you will die on your next birthday.”

 I was panicking so much I threw up on her floor and was a shaking mess. I was stuck doing this against my will or I would die what kind of answer was that.

“ Don’t fret about the future my dear if you take the job you get the house, riches beyond your imagination and eternal youth along with a few magic perks like a disguise. I am willing to train you so you can take my place. You see only one scribe is needed and once someone replaces me I’ll finally be able to rest in peace with my deceased husband. Though I understand it is a lot to take in so please go think about it and let me know either way.Oh and you must tell no one or they will perish for it, This is our path to carry alone.”

Standing on shaky legs I ran out of the house a fast as my legs would take me. I didn’t get very far though as the clock struck that magic time 3:33 pm and I collapsed in pain out in the garden. skidding across the grass and letting my blood turn the dirt into mud. I did notice something though laying there matted by grass, dirt, and blood. The wound that so constantly plagued me wasn’t as deep as it was before coming to this accursed house. It was like just being near this house was protecting me somehow from th wound inflicted on me by a ...goddess. This was too much I didn't even believe goddesses existed before this now one was hurting me for being her descendant.?

I cried not for the pain but for the truth that showed itself to me the longer I layed there bleeding, inhaling the sent if dirt. I had no choice I either became the next scribe or I would die for no reason. After crying in the grass for a while I resigned myself to this predestined fate? I wonder if I'll get to finish school or maybe even get to have a significant other now? Well if my great aunt could carry this weight for over a hundred years it couldn’t be so bad right?