Legacy sat there reeling, waiting for Lissa to explain.
“What do you know about Greek Mythology?”
“Um, not much. Why? What does that have to do with my mother?”
“According to the myths, Gaia is the goddess of earth, the great mother of all. All gods and goddess were born of her. One such goddess is Demeter, the goddess of harvest and the circle of life and death. She gave birth to a daughter named Persephone.” Lissa looked at her pointedly. “But some refer to her as Kore.”
Legacy gasped. “That’s my last name.”
“That’s because you are Kore. Well, one version of her anyway.”
“What?” Legacy screeched.
“Greek Mythology is not the story of legends. There are actual gods and goddesses on Mount Olympus to this day. Some go way back to the beginning of time, others are newly created. But gods don’t always descend the way people normally do, giving birth to children who then give birth to their own children and so on in a vertical fashion. They also descend horizontally. The original gods and goddess created by Gaia continue to create offspring. They’re just not always offspring in the sense that you think they are. What I mean is they can also create a likeness of themselves with other gods.”
Legacy was too confused and too shocked to say anything. It was hard enough keeping up with what Lissa was trying to tell her, much less grasp the point of this conversation.
“The path to ascension for a new god begins on the first day of the seventeenth year of birth and culminates on his or her eighteenth birthday.”
Did the air suddenly leave the room? That had to be why Legacy couldn’t breathe. She shook her head, refusing to wrap said head around this information.
Lissa nodded. “Yes. Sweetie, your mom, Dora, is a goddess. Whether she descended after several generations that originated from Demeter or if Demeter created Dora directly from herself, doesn’t matter. Either way, you are her offspring with the legacy to one day be a goddess.”
Legacy busted out laughing. “OMG, you really had me going there for a minute.” She stood as she continued to laugh. “Not cool that you brought up my dead mother, but I’ll give you props for creativity. Goddess? Right.” She chuckled as she walked into the kitchen to grab a soda.
Lissa followed her. “I know this is a lot to take in. Your mom didn’t want me to tell you yet, but I felt it was for the best.”
Legacy slammed the refrigerator door shut. “Stop talking like my mother isn’t dead.”
Lissa pursed her lips. “You can get mad at me all you want. It’s not like I can tell you much more anyway. I’m on a need to know basis, and apparently, I don’t need to know all the specifics. It’ll be on you to learn what you can about your change.”
“My change?” Legacy asked mockingly. “Like what? Am I going to grow wings now? Is that it?”
“You’re thinking of angels.”
Legacy scoffed as she opened her can of soda. She wasn’t going to listen to this crap anymore.
“When you’re ready to talk, you know where to find me. I can’t promise I can answer all your questions. I have no idea if you were created for a reason to accomplish some goal or if Dora just wanted a daughter and then realized you’d be safer away from her until you ascended. But I’m here to help you in any way I can. The sooner you accept what is happening to you, the safer we’ll all be.”
Safer? Whatever. Legacy stormed up to her room and slammed the door. Happy freakin’ birthday to her.