My name is Ava Corentine. Ava was derived from Latin meaning 'bird' and Corentine was Greek for 'storm'. This gave me the family nickname 'bird of the storm'. I guess my mom and dad expected me to grow up strong and out going. Only, I'm really rather shy and a bit nervous when it came to engaging in conversation. Fortunately, my parents did not seem too disappointed in this. "Your mother was also called 'bird of the storm'." Bemused, dad had told me. "Only her name is Arabic in origin."
I nodded but said nothing. Mom's name was Tayir, Arabic for 'bird', and her maiden name was Easifa, Arabic for 'storm'. Realizing that, I guessed that it was sort of a family tradition or something along those lines. I didn't pay it much attention to it after that until something extraordinary happened to me upon my thirteenth birthday. It was a Saturday and wanted to sleep in per usual only I woke up early, feeling rather odd. I wasn't sore or sick, I just felt strange. Then a crash of thunder shook me awake and I turned to the window to see lighting flashing outside followed by another heavy crash of thunder.
"Gads what a storm!" Startled, I muttered. "I better check on Skye."
Skye was my little sister who was only six. She was easily frightened and I was rather surprised I did not hear her screaming. Descending the stairs, thunder shook the house again and I let out a short scream before reaching the first floor. There, I saw the front door wide open with Skye standing in the doorway! My heart jumped into my throat and I ran to pull her away only I stopped upon seeing dad at her side. He raised a finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet then pointed outside. Shaken but curious, I saw mom standing outside waving her hands as if she were conducting a concert! The second she pointed to the sky, lightning flashed and thunder crashed. She waved her hand and the wind kicked up with rain falling in buckets. "What the..." That was all I could say.
"Happy birthday, Ava." Grinning, dad said. "You wondered why you and your mother were called 'bird of the storm'... well, that is why."
Stunned, I turned to mom wide eyed as a huge pair of white wings appeared upon her back and opened just as thunder crashed, literally shaking the house...
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