Mythological Masterminds

I stood up and winced. Red blood dripped out of a gash on my knee. Mother reeled back. "It is just a cut." I said. But she shook her head. She took her sharp nails and scratched herself hard. Golden blood seeped out. I stared in surprise.

She sighed. "Look at my blood." What did she think I was doing? I'd been staring at it ever since she cut herself. "My blood is gold," She continued, still stating the obvious. "Yours is red," Alright, now I was fed up with Captain Mommy Obvious doing her job of saying stuff I already knew. "And only immortals have golden blood. But you were born in a rare thing. I made you, not birthed you, so I started from scratch with your genes. I don't know why, but you," She sucked a breath. I was getting impatient. She could've gotten to the point like a minute ago. "You have the red blood of a mortal. Wow."  

I didn't know what to say to that, so I felt the soft texture of my wings and fluttered them open and closed. I brushed a twig, the twig that damaged my eye. The harsh wind blew dust in my good eye, so I blindly grasped the dirt floor before the twig blew away. I felt it and tucked it into my jacket. 

-N.S., age 10, Mythological Masterminds