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***462 BC Ancient Greece***
“No matter what happens. Never tell anyone of your ancestry or your abilities. Aarifa, promise me,” I nodded to my father and looked at his chest before looking back up to his eyes.
“I promise papa.” He nodded before heading outside the stone house that my mother and I lived in at the last moment I ran out after him, my toga catching on the door and ripping.
“PAPA! Why? Why must you leave? Why must I hide?” He looked down at my waist where the once pristine white cloth was now torn and going red. He sighed and lay his hand on my side to slow the bleeding before looking at me as he knelt down.
“Aarifa. You are too young to know. One day, I will find you and I will answer the few questions that will remain unanswered to you, but until that day, tell no one. If I stay, child, you and your mother will be killed and I will not be the cause for your death,” my father then turned away as he stood up before rounding the corner of my home. I looked back down to my side and smiled. My dad always loved to show off.
That was the only memory I had of my father before I turned 18.
***450 BC Ancient Greece***
“You can’t know more than me,” I smiled proudly at the man in front of me. He was right. I only know what he will know.
“I know that the Oracle at Delphi believes you to be the wisest man. I admit that she is quite right, however, you still haven’t yet named your way of thinking. It is a love of wisdom, is it not?” I asked. Pushing for him to name his study philosophy.
“I shall call it Philosophy and it is a love of wisdom,” Socrates announced proudly, his swarm of followers applauding him. I smiled fondly before turning and leaving the marketplace, allowing Socrates to go on questioning the elders.
“I’m glad to see you making history the right way,” I jumped out of my skin as I turned to see my father leaning against a building and looking at Socrates and his followers.
“Father. I thought you were trying not to risk my life,” I sassed making my father look to me almost annoyed.
“Why are you here anyway? Shouldn’t you be with your mother?” I bit my lip and looked at the sand covered ground in response to my father’s questions.
“My mother is dead, papa. She died the year after you left,” I noted before turning away and heading back to the abandoned place that I and many other young adults have come to call home.
“Aarifa. I’m sorry but do not blame me,” I snapped around and backhanded my father.
“Don’t blame you? People came to our home and threatened us looking for you. They killed my mother and said they would come for me when I was older. Don’t blame you? I have no one, because of you, father .” I spun around and began walking, leaving my father behind.
“You know you can’t get rid of me,” I didn’t turn my head as I walked past my father again.
“Leave me alone,” I said to my father as I turned around to leave, he spoke again.
“Aarifa…” I snapped around and faced him.
“THAT’S NOT MY NAME!” I screamed at my father, cutting him off. “She died the day my mother did. She died praying for her father to save her and he never came. You do not get the honour of knowing my name. Stay away from me,” I then left and I haven’t seen my father since.
***Lawrence, Kansas. 2017***
“What can I get you, sweetheart?” I leaned slightly over the counter to show the gentleman who had sat down my breasts. He looked down before snapping his eyes back to my face.
“Uh, what do you suggest?” I pretended to think through the shorter man’s question before turning around and grabbing a beer from my normal height.
“This is a pretty good beer for the price but… if you want something really nice but it is kind of expensive, I suggest this one,” I bent over to show the man my arse and grabbed one of the shittiest beers we had from the bottom shelf before turning around and showcasing it to him between my breasts.
“I’ll take one.” He said straight away holding out a $50 note without questioning or even looking at the beer. He winked at me as I took the note. “And keep the change sweetheart,”
“Thanks,” I pretended to blush before facing my boss as he told me I was doing a good job.
“I’ll also need you to do me a favour,” the man said before holding up an FBI badge.
“Okay then.” I turned around and grabbed a normal beer and opened it before taking a swig.
“I’m trying to find a Clea Ro. I was told she works here,” the man stated sternly and I laughed to myself. He wasn’t told.
“That I do. What do you need?” I asked looking at the man and leaning over the bar again.
“I was told by a source that you’d be able to help me. Can I talk to you privately outside?” I nodded my head and followed him out the back after letting him back behind the bar.
“So how can I help you?” I asked already knowing the answer but as much as I hated my father, his lessons stayed in my head and I still don’t tell a soul.
“A couple of days ago one of my friends told me to come here and find you as you might be able to help me find him if he didn’t come back. He was meant to come back 2 days ago,” I looked at Dean Winchester and mentally laughed at his weird way of telling me that his angel was missing.
“How would I help you find a missing friend?” I asked innocently, my smile faltering when I heard footsteps behind me.
“Do you think that worked?” I heard Sam’s voice as my vision began to darken, the blow to the back of my head was not meant to happen.
“Fuck you,” I growled before blacking out.