The Fog p3

"Why don't you like the nickname Pman?"

"Don't call me that."

"Fine... Phanta."

"Seriously. And Fanta is spelled with an F"

"It can be spelled with a PH, just saying."

"Shut up please."

Fracine said nothing.

"Thank you."

Fracine just look ahead.

"Whats wrong?"

"SH."

"Don't SH me."

"SHHHHHH! Look."

Phanta looked

"Your mom. Do what you want."

Fracine remembered the last thing her mom said to her. "I love you Fracine." She felt terible for wanting revenge. Karen loved her. It was just an argument.

"M-Mother?"

"Fracine!"

Karen ran to Fracine and nuzzeled (SPELLIN!!) her ear.

"I'm so sorry honey."

"I love you mom."

Fracine whispered into Karen's ear. Fracine wished she knew what her mother thought.

"Mother. I'm the one who needs to say sorry. I have been wanting to harm you this whole time, but now. I love you. Forgive me?"

"Hmmm. Let me think about that."

Fracine's head went down.

"Of course honey! I was just seeing if it was just a charade you where putting on."

"But mother..."

"What honey?"

"I..."

Fracine faltered. How could she tell her mother she had joined the Phantoms? Karen would think it was her fault? How could she say she couldn't leave the fog? How could she not tell her mother? Could she leave Phanta?

"Mother, if I leave the fog I lose my eyesight. And I can't leave, I have joined the Phantoms."

Karen gasped. Her eyes went wide. She seemed to be trying to say somthing.

"I... You... Why?... The Phantoms?"

"Yes mom."

Fracine hung her head.

"Fracine."

Karen lifted Fracine's head with her paw.

"I won't leave you here. I am staying with you this time. I. Won't. Leave."

Phanta then spoke.

"Go Fracine. I have freed you."

Fracine looked at her back and saw the wings were gone.

"Bye Phanta."

"Goodbye little one."

Then out of knowhere Phanta screamed in an agony of pure pain. The fog seemed to dissapear and all that was left was a very weak looking wolf.

"Phanta?"

"Honey who are you talking to?"

"Look at the wolf over there."

The wolf stood up and walked slowly tward (SPELLIN!!) her.

"I am here little one."

"I'm not the 'little one' here."

"True."

"Phanta, this is my mother. Mother, Phanta."

Karen seemed shocked and her jaw was slack.

"Hello ma'am."

"Hello."

Fracine scenced that her mother was angry.

"Karen, i'm sorry for leaving."

"Its to late Derick."

Karen said through clenched teeth.

"DAD?!"

"Yes?"

Phanta turned to her.

"Y-Y-Your. Dad?!"

"Yes Fracine, he is your father."

"I'VE BEEN CALLING MY DAD PHANTA THIS WHOLE TIME?!!"

"Pretty much hon."

Derick said.

"Okay, lets get back to the house. You,"

Fracine pointed a claw at him

"Have ALOT of explaining to do mister."

"Okay Fracine."

To Be Continued