Fireflies in My Teacup

My mother has been lying to me my entire life. Fireflies just materialized from my teacup the

second I took a sip. Grandmother always said I was special, that divine blood

runs through my veins. Mom shut her down every single time, insisting we were

normal. But normal people don't summon glowing creatures from thin air.

The fireflies swirl around me like they've been waiting for this moment, for me to finally

awaken. They land on my skin and I feel electricity, ancient power coursing

through my body. This birthmark I've had since birth starts glowing the same golden light.

Mom walks in and freezes. The look on her face tells me everything. She knew exactly