Chapter #6The Age Thief? by: Unknown Hearing Natasha's gasp, the child in the kitchen turned to face her.
"I didn't know you were up, sis!" She exclaimed happily. She ran over to Natasha and gave her a big hug. She was so small, her head was about the same height as Natasha's waist.
"Sis?" Natasha yelped, a little louder then she had meant to. She definitely didn't have a sister. She had always been an only child.
The child nodded, looking at Natasha strangely as she did.
"Yeah, you're my sister. Who else would I be?"
Staring at her former mother, Natasha's mind started racing.
"Uhh... Emm... My... Mother?" She replied hesitantly.
The child blinked, before laughing.
"I didn't know we were still playing that game! Okay, Natasha, take a seat and I'll get you some breakfast!"
"Uhh, sure..."
As Natasha was forced onto a chair, she got a look at her new sister.
She was small, even for a child. Natasha's new body didn't differ to much in terms of height. She had maybe gained an inch or two, but even still, her sister only reached her waist. Her hair reminded Natasha of her own hair when she was about 6. It hung down to her shoulders in messy, brown curtains.
She was broken out of her trance by an empty plate being put down in front of her.
"Here you go, sweetie. Eggs and bacon!"
Her sister, who she assumed still had her mother's old name, Robin, beamed with happiness.
Natasha played along, eating the invisible breakfast. She was still confused about the whole ordeal, but pushed it aside briefly.
"Alright, let's get some breakfast", she said, standing up.
"Can we not play a little longer?" Robin pouted.
In response, Natasha said...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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