Crying Out

By Kae Galla

My name is Andromeda Jones, but those who knew me called me Scout, but everyone I've ever cared about is dead, or hates me…and it's all my fault.

No, I'm not being dramatic. My father was a human and my mother? A Goddess. That should make me a powerful demigod, but I'm not. 

When my village was attacked, my friends were slaughtered and there was nothing I could do to save them. The man I loved with every fiber of my being blamed me for the attack and abandoned me.

A lifetime later, when I need him most, will he turn his back on me a second time?

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kayla Galla
• Release date: Apr 8, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215592151

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Prologue

Scout

My friends call me Scout. Problem is, all my friends are dead. My name is Andromeda Jones and I’m a Demigod. I suppose therein lies the problem, or at least it’s the reason I’m in this mess to begin with.

Things weren’t always like this. I used to be happy. I had a home, friends, and what I thought was true love but now? Now, I have nothing.

You still have me, young lady, I hear my mother say just before she appears in front of me.

The room I’m staying in isn’t anything special, but there is a small bed in the corner and a desk near the window. It works for me, but I know my mother won’t be impressed.

Why are you reading my thoughts again, Mother? I ask with a sigh.

Well, it’s not like you’ll talk to me. How else am I supposed to find out how my daughter is doing? she says as she looks around the room with disgust.

I laugh humorlessly, You know why I don’t talk to you.

Is this about those villagers again?

Those villagers were my friends!

Waving her hand she dismisses me, Friends can be replaced, besides they were beneath you.

No! You can’t replace friends like that, not when they were more like family, I argued.

I am your family, she persists.

HA! You may have helped create me, but that is as far as it goes. You left me to be raised by my father and when he grew old and died, you finally took an interest in me. That is not family.

You didn’t have any powers when you were little, you would have only been in the way and in danger until your abilities manifested.

Did you treat my half siblings the same way? Like chess pieces in whatever game you’re playing. I hate to break it to you but I won’t be your pawn.

Andromeda, you are so dramatic. All I want is for you to reach your full potential, my mother grumbles, using my given name rather than the one I prefer to go by.

"I’m not being dramatic. I’m standing up for myself. Believe it or not, there is a difference," I say as I walk over to my desk and attempt to ignore her presence as I rifle through my past due bills.

She doesn’t take the hint, instead she brushes off the blanket at the edge of my bed as if it were dusty and then sits with perfect posture and her legs crossed like a lady. It shouldn’t be surprising that she is here today, she comes every year on my birthday. I guess I hoped that maybe this one year she would give up.

It’s been a century. Aren’t you over all of that? She rolls her eyes as if my grief means nothing.

There isn’t a timeframe on mourning, and it’s been 112 years.

Well, if you’d stop dwelling on it... she grumbles.

I can’t deal with her any longer, What are you doing here?

I’m here to celebrate your 150th birthday, of course!

And? I know that isn’t all.

And? Why does there need to be any other reason? She pretends to be outraged.

Because there is always a reason. Every year, it’s the same thing, you come and tell me that I need to get over my past and move to the other realms with you and be one of your soldiers.

This is getting us nowhere.

"Look, I appreciate that