Wizards Stole My Brother
 Summary: Being the Chosen One fucking sucks. Thatâs why Erika is furious when she finds out her brother got picked.
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I find out my parents let the wizards take Ben an hour after I get home for spring break.
âYou have to understand, Erika,â my mother says tearfully, âthere was a prophecy! What were we supposed to do?â
âYou were supposed to stop a group of ancient wizards from dragging off my fourteen-year-old brother to die,â I snarl at her. I dump out my small suitcase on the bed and leave it face open on the floor. I throw open my closet and start tearing all of the hanging things out of my way. âOr, I donât know, maybe call me?â
âDonât talk to your mother like that,â my father says. Heâd be a lot more convincing if he stopped hovering around the doorway and avoiding my glare. He tucks his terrycloth bathrobe around himself. âYou know what theyâre like. We couldnât say no.â
âThat excuse is a little tired, Dad.â I flip the latch of the secret compartment at the back of my closet. It swings open to reveal my collection of swords. My mother gasps, but Iâm too mad to point out that she knew I kept the weapons, just not where. âI let you use it when it happened to me because I expected you to never fail your children quite so spectacularly again.â
âWeâre just normal people, Erika,â Mom wails. Sheâs dressed in overalls and has smears of dirt from ankle to knee. âWe couldnât stop them! Weâre just as upset as you!â
âAre you?â I whirl around, three swords under one arm and a crossbow in my free hand. âIs that why Dad smells like a lavender bath bomb and youâve been gardening all morning? Because youâre upset?â
âYes,â Mom says.
âNo,â Dad says.
They exchange quick, guilty looks.
âNo,â Mom says.
âYes,â Dad says.
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This is magnificent. I have no words to say how much I love this story. The rage of the former hero, the wizards, the emotional complexity, the conflicting versions of the story⌠itâs awesome.Â

























