No size stuff in this chapter yet, but plenty will come in the upcoming chapters as a boy has to deal with a sister who is able to do absolutely everything!

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Throgg ripped off his blanker and leaped up from his bed. He stood in his boxershorts in front of the window, his hands on his hips, and surveyed the landscape. He took a deep sniff, inhaling his room's sweaty and murky atmosphere.

"Aaah! A brand new day with brand new possibilities to harass that sweet sister of mine!" Throgg flexed his steroid-treated biceps and planted a kiss on them. "Such beauties you two are."

"Throooogg! You filthy swine, get down here and clean up your jumble in the kitchen!" His mother's frigid voice pierced his eardrums.

"In a second, MOOOOM!" Throgg roared in response.

He grumbled while slipping into a sweat-stained tank top he had worn during an exercise two days ago and a pair of shorts that had not been laundered for weeks. Throgg couldn't resist taking one last look in the mirror, where he could admire his bulging biceps and triceps again.

"THROOOOGG!" His mother's voice stabbed his ears, prodding him into action.

"Already there, MOOOOM!" Throgg shouted as he hastened along the corridor, accompanied by a string of expletives.

He went past his sister's chamber with the purpose of disregarding her for the time being, but he halted anyway.

His hand rummaged in the pocket of his shorts. A sardonic grin spread across his face as his fingers encountered something he hoped to locate.

A still, fresh tomato glinted in the hallway's light as he held it to his vision.

Throgg was crazy for tomatoes. He ate them like candy. He brought this one along yesterday evening as a late-night snack but ended up falling asleep before he could enjoy it.

Although he had the inclination to gobble it up, he knew he could grab another one from the refrigerator downstairs in no time. No, he was going to use this one on his beloved sister.

He took the decency to knock on his sister's bedroom door (A thing he never did otherwise.) and swung the door open.

Dina's eyes widened as the door creaked open, and her brother's sturdy frame filled the doorway. She sat up. With one arm protecting her modesty with her blanket, she pointed an accusing finger with her other. "Who said you could come in, you clam-faced-fuck!"

"Morning, sis," Throgg's arm whipped back and forward in a Pitcher-like motion. The tomato hit his startled sister square on the forehead with a loud thwack. Thick, red juice spread across her face and drenched the sheets, walls, and Dina's disheveled brunette hair in an unappetizing display.

Dina screeched in anger. "I swear to God, I'm going to penetrate your temple with a fuckin ice pick during your sleep!"

Throgg threw his shoulders back proudly and flexed his chest muscles before striding downstairs, whistling a cheerful tune. His mother stood at the staircase opening, eyebrows raised. "What's with all the damn racket! You two already at each other's throats?"

"I guess Dina got out of bed on the wrong side, mom," Throgg chuckled while tapping his mother's shoulder as he walked past her.

The chair screeched over the tiled floor as he sat down at the table in the kitchen. Throgg grabbed a box of cereal, dumped it into a bowl, mixed it with milk and a few spoons of sugar and started gobbling it up like an animal.

His mom sat down at the table and fixed him with a stern stare. "I'll cut off your balls if you leave the house before–"

"I said I would tidy up, right?" Throgg cut his mother off. "Could I at least get something in my stomach first?"

His mom studied him for a few agonizing moments, clearly unconvinced he would keep his word, then she began eating too.

His mother was munching on a piece of bread when she suddenly stopped when her daughter came down the stairs. "What in the world happened to your head?" his mother asked, looking dumbfounded.

Throgg glanced up from his plate, a smirk playing on his lips as he noticed the first hint of a bruise forming on his sister's forehead.

Dina situated herself at the table opposite her brother. "Nothing, mama. Nothing," she kept her attention on Throgg while getting her breakfast from the table.

Their mother looked questioningly from one sibling to the other. "You know that if you keep bullying her, she'll get her own back eventually," she warned her son.

Throgg shrugged, appearing unaffected as he shoveled in another spoonful of cereal. "She's nothing but a little munchkin." He mumbled with his mouth full.

"I'm nothing but a little munchkin," Dina echoed her brother's words while keeping her eyes glued on him.

Their mom laughed in astonishment and pushed her plate away after gorging on her breakfast. "In any case, I'm out. I'm on a double shift today, so don't anticipate me before 11 pm. Be kind to the house and each other, got it? And you, clean the kitchen!" She gestured a finger towards Throgg. She gave each of her children a kiss, got her bag, and slipped on her coat before leaving home.

Throgg gulped down his cereal and was just about to obey his mother's orders when he saw Dina staring at him fixedly, with fiery blue eyes. She had not even taken one bite of her sandwich.

"What? You're going to wait until I doze off or something so you can pierce my brains?"

Dina just continued to stare at him, her gaze not wavering.

"If you're trying to intimidate me with that stare, cut it out. All you're doing is making a fool of yourself." Throgg declared as he collected his plate and a few other things from the table, strolling off to the kitchen counter to begin tidying up while chirping some tune. After a few minutes, he peeped over his shoulder and spotted Dina still staring at him.

"All right, you've got precisely five seconds to take that look away from me before I'll hurl this cup right at your left eye," he warned.

"One…"

Dina kept her eyes locked on him.

“Two… Three… Four…”

Dina was still looking at him, unfazed.

"Five!" Throgg said and simulated tossing the cup at her. Yet, Dina remained unharmed, still staring at him.

"Okay, fuck it. You've asked for it! Brace yourself because this one will hurt a lot more than that tomato," Throgg hurled the cup at his sister with full force, aiming for her head. It sped through the air, taking a precise path toward Dina.

"STOP!" Dina screeched. And the world came to a halt.

Dina blinked in perplexity, staring at the image of Pooh Bear and Piglet engraved on the white cup that stayed suspended in midair merely a few inches away from her face.

Cautiously, she reached her hand out. Her index finger gingerly inched towards the mug. Dina squinted her eyes into tiny slits as her finger was about to make contact. Fearful that the cup might suddenly spring to life and hit her in the face,

Nothing happened. Upon touching it, Dina felt the chill of the porcelain's coldness drenching the tip of her finger, but the cup stayed in place, hanging motionless in midair.

"Well, I'll be…." Dina exclaimed in amazement, and she peered over the cup to where her brother was standing by the kitchen counter.

There she saw the large figure of her brother standing immobile in a pitcher-like stance who had just tossed the ball with a broad swing.

The ugly mug of her brother looked even uglier now as his jaw stood at a crooked position after pushing out a big scream of effort that he hoped would give his throw more force.

"Is this real?" Dina tittered in disbelief. She pinched her arm. "Ouch! Yep, definitely real."

She looked at the hanging cup again with fascination. "I said stop, didn't I? Could it be as simple as…" Dina placed her hand underneath the cup. "Drop," she commanded, and the cup dropped in her grasp. She rejoiced with joy. "Oh, my God! That is so awesome!"

Dina gave her brother a sly glance before strolling over to him. She closely examined his unmoving face and a wave of revulsion swept over her. "My, You certainly are an ugly one, aren't you, brother dear? Small wonder all my friends have turned you down despite the buffed-up body." Her fingers ran over Throgg's arm, fondling his toned bicep. "This is something I have always wanted to do..."

SLAP!

Dina's flat hand landed upon Throgg's cheek. She flinched and took a step backward, afraid her brother might return to life to retaliate, but nothing happened. Throgg stayed still as a rock.

SLAP! With a mighty swing of her arm, Dina delivered one slap after another to her brother's cheek. She went balls-out, landing one slap after the other upon her brother's face – each smack harder than the other as it was fueled with deep rage after being terrorized for years by him. For once, it was she who was in control, and it made her feel empowered.

Heaving from exhaustion but greatly satisfied, Dina grabbed the cup Throgg had thrown earlier to her from the table and placed it in midair a small distance away from his face. She willed the cup to stay in midair, which it did.

Then, she willed the cup to be pushed in the direction of her brother after life's play button was pressed by her.

"Resume!" Dina said, and the universe returned to its regular rhythm.

"Aaaargh!!" Throgg emitted a sound of agony and fell to his knees, clasping his face in pain after being hit by the cup that was meant for his sister's face.

The object smashed into pieces when it collided with his nose, causing it to fracture. He felt the warm liquid of his blood ooze out of his nostrils, seeping through his fingers, as he looked up at his sister, who stood with her arms crossed, seemingly looking at him with contempt.

Dina was utterly void of regret when she saw her hapless brother bawling on the ground. In fact, she was just getting started.

Dressed in ripped dungarees shorts that showed off her slender thighs and her hair in a messy bun, Dina smiled down upon her whining brother and willed his body to dwindle in size. "You're way too big for your own good, my dear brother of mine."

Throgg's face, filled with pain, transformed to a look of surprise when it appeared like his kid sister was growing.

Picking up Throgg's thoughts with her newly gained powers, Dina cleared up his confusion. "It is you who is shrinking, brother. Although I'm sure I could easily gain some height if I wished," she joked.

When Throgg's body had morphed to the size of a Barbie doll, Dina could not help than to rile him up. She rose her foot and dangled it for a few agonizing moments above his handheld body before slamming it down just inches away from him.

"Stop it!" Throgg squealed, watching as Dina dangled her foot above him once again before dropping it down on the other side. "I'm going to tell Mom!" Tears began streaming down his face, and despite herself, Dina allowed a small smile. This was her chance to finally get back at him for all the times he had hurt her without mercy.

"Lick it!" Dina commanded, pointing her finger. "Lick the dirty tip of my kicks!"

Despite his fear, Throgg felt a surge of prideful rebellion at his sister's order. Inexplicable powers or not, Dina crossed a line that triggered Throgg's macho-like self.

What does she think anyway? He thought. I'm the mighty Throgg, for heaven's sake! "I wrestled 8th graders when I was practically still in diapers! No baby sister of mine is going to humiliate me like this."

Dina grinned and crouched to get a better look at her minute brother. At the sight of her looming figure, Throgg recoiled and stumbled back a few steps, making the smile on Dina's face stretch even wider. On her haunches, Dina tucked a lock of brunette hair behind her ear and rested her chin on her hand. "You're afraid of me, aren't you?"

"Throgg snorted. "You wish, you whippersnapper!"

Dina gave him an enticing smile before letting out a loud "Boo!" that made Throgg jump up and shriek like a bitch before he fell onto his bottom.

Dina chuckled. "You really are pathetic, you know that, right?”

Standing tall with a triumphant glint in her eyes, Dina nibbled on her lower lip while gazing down at her shrunken brother, who was lying helplessly at her feet. The sight filled her with power; For once, she held the strings. And she enjoyed it—enjoyed it a lot.

"Scrounge up whatever manhood you still have left - if there was some present in the first place - and follow me to the living room. I have some chores waiting for you."

"Chores?" Throgg chuckled in disbelief as his eyes witnessed the immense body of his sister pivoting on her heels to saunter off, her steps creating seismic tremors that vibrated through his minuscule body. "If you believe I'm going to do a single chore for your lazy ass, you're even more stupid than you look. Hey! Are you even listening? Grow me back!" He ran after her.

Throgg's matchstick legs did their best to keep pace with the crane-sized legs of his kid sister.

Dina plopped down in a lazy chair in the living room, threaded her fingers together behind her head, and propped her feet on the table.

Haggard and puffing from exhaustion, Throgg keeled over and clasped his knees to catch his breath when he finally entered the living room – which felt like a miles-long trek.

Strength was one of his best qualities, along with modesty, as Throgg found himself the most sculpted figure next to Hercules. Stamina was his Achilles' heel, though. Throgg was a true gym rat but only aimed to become as jacked as possible. He awfully neglected the opportunity to do cardio workouts.

And in these cases, whereby Throgg was forced to run for extended periods of time longer than taking a sprint to catch the bus, he quickly hit his limits.

Dina watched it all with glee as her tiny brother came striding up to her while panting like a dog that had just brought back a ball its boss had thrown away for the fifteenth time.

"Did you know I can run four miles in just twenty-eight minutes?" Dina said as Throgg came ambling up to the lazy chair she was sitting on. His breath finally relaxed a bit.

"Kudos to you. Now grow me back, bitch." Throgg said.

"I bet you'll never be able to achieve something like that. But hey, at least you're strong, right? Hercules strong!" Dina mimicked Throgg's overly masculine voice, flexing her biceps. "Why don't you be a dear and lift this pen." Dina picked up a pen from the table and presented it to him.

"A pen?... You want me to lift a pen to showcase my physical prowess? I lift weights, you empty-headed skank!" Throgg roared. " I eat dumbbells for breakfast and the bench press is my bitch!”

"But let's be honest: you can't do it now, given your... current stature."

"Try me!" Throgg bellowed as loud as his tiny throat could. He gasped and toppled back onto his bottom when a dumbbell the size of a luxurious yacht materialized out of nowhere in thin air and clattered down right next to him. "W-What?... How the hell did you do that?"

Dina shrugged. "Like this." A tissue materialized in Throgg's hand. He looked at it, dumbfounded.

"The fuck am I supposed to do with this?"

Dina rolled her eyes. "How about cleaning up your face? There are smears of blood all over your face. You look disgusting."

"Ai, right." Totally forgetting that blood was still dripping out of his broken nose–that, surprisingly hurt less than expected–from the cup that was meant to hit his sister instead, Throgg hastily decent up his face and turned around to look at the gigantic dumbbell looming in front of him with awe. 1 KG was imprinted on the side. His sister really wanted to humiliate him.

"Go on, brother. Entertain us. Lift it just a tiny bit from the floor." Dina cocked her head, awaiting his attempt to showcase his muscular prowess. "I'll grow you back if you can. I swear on my life." She laid her palm against her chest to make her promise more binding.

Throgg gulped when gaping at the 1kg dumbbell usually used in a fat-burning pilates class by anorexia-suffering wenches with scrawny arms. He never gave these things a proper look while in the gym, as these weights were far beneath his dignity. Now, however, while at his pitiful size, this puny object looked quite intimidating to Throgg. He had tremendous doubts that he'd be able to make it move at all.

"Give up?" Dina prodded mischievously.

"On a cold day in hell!" Throgg replied.

"I can arrange that, by the way." Dina chuckled while twirling the pen between her fingers. "A cold day in hell, I mean. Ha! I truly believe I can arrange anything even!"

Throgg snorted. "Whatever…" Refusing to let his manliness be challenged by his sister's taunting, Throgg smashed his fists together and marched up to the enormous dumbbell, determined to raise it over his head and prove her wrong.

Curious, Dina stopped playing with the pen and leaned her elbows on her knees to have a good look at her brother's attempt.

Oh my Goodness! He actually believes he can do it! Dina thought with mirth. I have to film this!

Dina's phone flew out of her back pocket, soared towards the floor, where her tiny brother was standing with the 1KG dumbbell, and began recording as it kept floating in midair.

Throgg tried to ignore the scrutinizing gaze of his sister burning in his back and the billboard-sized phone hovering next to him and squatted down to take a good hold of the dumbbell on the underside.

Throgg ground his teeth together, and groaned hard as his bulging muscles strained to lift the unyielding dumbbell. Nothing happened.

He wanted to throw in the towel, but Dina's chuckle kept him going. He did not want to give her the satisfaction of seeing him failing to lift a goddamn 1KG dumbbell.

"Shall I lay the pen down for you instead?" Dina asked kindly.

"Shut your trap!" Throgg snapped over his shoulder to his monumental sister looming over him with a grand smile plastered on her face.

"Ugh, sorry, bro, I can't watch it anymore." Dina's hand reached out to pick up the dumbbell. She ignored to pitiful pleas of her brother not to fuckin touch that thing. To tease Throgg, Dina lifted it and made the thing balance on two fingers. "Ha! Check me out, bro! Don't I look strong?"

Throgg scoffed. "You look more like a snotty sprout vying for attention from his mother."

SLAM!

Throgg fell backward as Dina's sneaker slammed right next to him. His tiny hands shot up in a defensive pose as Dina's face shot up to him, scowling at him. "I think I've swallowed enough of your insults.” Her angered breath washed over him. “It's high time for you to get smaller."

And with that, Throgg felt that queer sensation he was feeling earlier and he saw his already gigantic sister becoming larger.

"There," Dina stood up to her full height when Throgg was roughly the size of a marble.

Throgg swallowed while gaping up at his towering sister. Where she first appeared like King Kong, she now utterly looked like… a Goddess – so incredibly powerful and all-knowing.

Lidi snorted in frustration, slamming her phone on the
table. "Who does that asshat think he's conversing with? An evolved baboon
with brains in his butt? I swear, if that jerk even thinks about firing me, I
will – "

"Who's going to fire you, Mom?"

Startled, Lidi jumped in her seat at the sound of her
daughter's voice coming from right beside her where just moments ago, there had
been nothing but an empty spot on the couch. "For Christ's sake, Dina!
Don't ever sneak up on me like that, will ya? Where the hell do you come from
anyway? Aren't you supposed to be at school?"

Dina – the Dina clone who operated on autopilot in class but suddenly became the 'real' Dina when the latter dissolved the body she was wearing at home during her chat with her mother to fuse her consciousness with the one attending class – peered through the window, boringly.

The lecturing voice of her teacher wasn't even registering as Dina set her sights on an elm tree rooted atop a hill in the distance. Following class was deadly dull. Dina found it much more interesting to experiment with her powers.

Dina's eyes became tiny slits as she concentrated on the tree, willing it to enter dormancy. Right here, right now.

And what Dina wanted, transpired—also, this time.

The urge to smile stretched Dina's lips wide, revealing her teeth as she noticed the leaf of the elm tree changing in color. The lively green hue of each leaf seeped away as Dina willed the elm tree to enter dormancy in a matter of seconds. Where mere moments ago stood a vivacious elm tree, with innumerable healthy green leaves fluttering in the wind, was now a tree with crispy brown leaves, waiting to twirl down when a good gust of wind broke them free of the branch they were attached to.

Dina mouthed the word 'wow' in astonishment as dark death leaves cascaded from the tree in a spectacle of bizarre beauty in the middle of June.

She suppressed a giggle that bubbled up at the incredulous expression of a man walking his dog nearby while seeing this unusual event.

Dina's laughter drew her teacher's attention unnoticeable, who ceased speaking and zeroed his stern gaze upon her.

"Miss Locksely, do you have something amusing to share?"

The forceful voice of Dina's teacher abruptly yanked her out of her moment of fun while watching the dumbfounded reaction of the man walking his dog when hundreds of death leaves rained down upon him from the elm tree she willed to go into dormancy.

Startled by her teacher's voice, Dina shoved her elbow against a water bottle, tossing it on the floor. The whole class erupted into laughter.

Dina craned her neck when her teacher, Mr. Jenkins – a man with deep bushy brows, a turkey wattle, and an impressive broad torso – loomed over her, blocking the light from the ceiling, when he approached her table.

Dina flashed him a coy smile while snatching the bottle from the floor.

"Well?" Mr. Jenkins' voice boomed through the classroom, demanding an answer from Dina. She felt like a mouse trapped in the piercing gaze of an eagle as all eyes turned to her, with an amused whisper drifting through the room here and there.

Awed by Mr. Jenkins's appearance – a highly respected teacher at her school and a man whose stature elicited awe from many – Dina began to stammer uncomfortably, twisting and turning her tongue before words could form. "I-I was just checking out that man over there." She pointed at the tree whose sleep rhythm she was messing with. By Dina's will, the elm tree, which was nothing more than a bare skeleton a second ago, stood now brazenly firm with lush green leaves like it was before she meddled with it.

Mr. Jenkin squinted in confusion as he followed Dina's gesture towards the tree and noticed the bewildered stranger staring dumbfounded at it while repeatedly slapping himself on the face in disbelief.

A deep scowl settled onto Mr. Jenkins's face as he watched the man start to tear at his hair with an animalistic wail. "There are a lot of disturbed souls living in this town," he mumbled and pivoted on his heels to find his way back in front of the class.

He cleared his throat and opened his mouth to continue his lecture when Dina piped up. "Mr Jenkins, can I ask you a question?"

Mr. Jenkins did not look pleased while being interrupted by one of his students for the second time. "Only if your question relates to the topic I'm discussing. Which is something you do not know, I presume? Seeing you've had your attention somewhere else."

Mr. Jenkins was about to dismiss Dina's question when she interrupted him again right when he was busy speaking the first word of the sentence he wanted to say.

Mr. Jenkin's assumption of Dina not knowing what topic was being lectured was accurate. The normal Dina would never be able to figure out on the spot what issue was being discussed in class due to her negligence in paying attention.

But Dina was anything but normal anymore.

She had powers now. With little effort, Dina could fish the information she needed out of her subconscious, which picked it up regardless of her absent mind to store it in some dark untraceable chamber in the maze of her mind.

Or, Dina could also extract the information right out of Mr. Jenkins's head without him even knowing it or out of the head of any other fellow student.

"Well, my question does not entirely relate to Albert Einstein's role in the development of the atomic bomb, Mr Jenkins, to be honest." Dina began speaking, evoking a look of annoyance from her teacher. "It does, however, relate to Mr. Einstein's non-belief in a personal God."

That sparked Mr. Jenkin's curiosity.

Mr. Jenkins took a seat on his desk, not taking his eyes off Dina. "Your curiosity about this topic surprises me even more than your unexpected ability to recall information that clearly washed over you while being spoken, as it most of the time does. Even though I'm not particularly eager to deviate from the topic, I can't help but be intrigued Ms. Locksely. Carry on."

Dina glanced around, smiling proudly, as she saw the whole class hanging on her every word.

Her eyes zeroed in on Mr. Jenkin's glance, who eagerly awaited what the following sentence would come out of her mouth.

"What is the definition of God?" Dina asked.

Another student sighed audibly and answered before Mr Jenkins could. "You can't define the almighty, Dina."

"And why is that, Al? Because some dusty book says so?" Dina shot back.

"God is the supreme being." Another classmate said. "The creator of everything. The loving father who –"

"Who's to say God is a male?" Dina interrupted. "Perhaps God is a female, a mother. Only females can give birth, right? I always hated this deep-rooted assumption that God is a male." she breezed through her teeth. "Maybe God is just a young girl like me." Dina grinned widely.

The teacher's deep voice filled the room in response, "Where are you going with this, Ms Locksely? If this is one of your ploys to get out from under my class, I have some unpleasant surprises for you when the bell goes off."

"Okay, I'll cut to the chase, Mr Jenkins." Dina holds her hands up. "I swear. Listen, God is incomprehensible powerful, right? He or she can do anything. What if I tell you all that I can do anything too since yesterday? Does that make me a God?"

Mr. Jenkins already impatient look morphed into a glare of anger.

"Okay, that's detention for you, Ms Locksely. Now pipe down with the crap and listen for once in your life before I'll make you play the national anthem in front of the whole school on a great highland bagpipe while wearing a Scottish kilt around your head during the upcoming Pep rally."

The whole class sniggered, amused to see Dina getting the full brunt from Mr Jenkins. Then the laughter went over in gasps stupefaction when Mr. Jenkins stood, in the blink of an eye, with a bagpipe in his hand and a Scottish kilt wrapped around his head.

"And, play!" Upon Dina's word, Mr. Jenkins started to play an off-key version of the American folk song.

Smiling, Dina nodded her head along to the rhythm as her teacher flailed away on the bagpipes, seething with anger yet simultaneously unable to break free from her control.

Her teacher had a strained look on his face while he glared at Dina, showing his anger, but he was powerless to break himself free of his student's influence.

The whole class looked transfixed, their eyes shifting between Mr. Jenkins to Dina, some of them with fear written on their faces.

Dina clapped her hands with glee. "Come on, class. Join! Let's sing together!"

And without hesitation and their consent due to Dina's powers, every classmate began singing along lustily with Mr Jenkin's play.

Dina tittered with delight and decided to sing with them when the door suddenly swung open, showing the school's principal in its frame. His glare churned from wonder to astonishment when he saw Mr. Jenkins performing in front of the class with a bagpipe and a kilt around his head.

"What in the –"

He started to say, but Dina interjected with one word: "Shrink!" She pointed a finger.

The principal shrank until he was no bigger than a figurine.

"Ha! You're seeing this, bro?" Dina glanced to the side at her shoulder where her crumb-sized brother was standing upon. "Isn't this just awesome?"

Her brother scoffed. "It's all immature bullshit, is what it is."

"Yes, and it's all my immature bullshit!" Dina said. "You get it now? This whole planet is my playground."

Dina snapped her fingers, and she found herself peering at an elm tree whose leaves slowly began to change color while the voice of Mr Jenkins sounded through the classroom, babbling about Mr Eindstein's role in the development of the atomic bomb.

Dina smirked triumphantly while staring at a man with a dog, rubbing his eyes while looking stupefied as the leaves of the tree looming above him began to change from green to orange.

Oh my goodness! I can even turn back the clock! How amazing is that? It's time for the rest of the world to see the fabulous new me! Dina couldn't contain her glee as she balled her fists in excitement.

Rays of sunbathed Dina's cheeks, warming them pleasantly, as she moseyed her way over the boulevard to toss out playfully flirtatious smiles at the people passing by.

"Hello, mister!" Dina sang to an elderly man dressed in a smart business suit.

"Lovely day, isn't it?" She winked at a frazzled mother struggling to manage a bawling toddler.

Due to all the busy waving, swirling her face from side to side, Dina did not watch her step and stumbled against the chest of a thick, fat, gothic-looking guy wearing leather studded clothing while carrying a solid whiff around him smelling of sweat. He growled down upon her, his dark encircled eyes glinting beneath hooded lids, and gave her a hard push with a pair of meaty hands. "Watch it, blissed-out squirt!"

Dina groaned as her cute butt landed harshly on the pavement. She ignored the snigger of her microscopic brother still perched upon her shoulder. "Well, that wasn't very nice of you." She spat at the guy, picking herself up off the ground.

"No one in this world is." the fat goth growled over his shoulder as he shuffled off, flashing his middle finger at her for good measure.

"You should wear some colors!" Dina said.

"Not gonna happen, squirt!"

Dina squinted and stared at the goth guy's long black coat. With a concentrated thought, the fabric rapidly transformed into an eye-catching pink, drawing gasps of surprise from those walking nearby.

"So cool." Dina rubbed her hands in anticipation. Her smile waned when a cloud blocked out the sun's glare.

Dina flashed a finger at the sky like a dictator. "Who gave you permission to spoil my moment of sun?!"

With a single thought, Dina willed the cloud to swirl aside, allowing a fresh ray of sun to shoot down upon her. Its warmth transformed her grumpy gaze into a cheery smile.

She noticed some peeps staring at her from the corner of her eyes. She'd recognized some of them as her classmates. Dina flashed a smile at them, assuming that they wanted to show her their gratitude for canceling school today. Because that's precisely what Dina did. Having enough of school for the day, Dina willed the school's principal to announce that school was being canceled for the rest of the day due to a malfunction with the heating system, causing the building to reach scorching temperatures. Technically speaking, this was true because Dina willed the heating system to operate at full tilt.

However, gratitude was not what Dina saw on the faces of her classmates. After witnessing Dina miraculously changing the color of someone's coat and shooing away a cloud, their glare had a mixture of shock, awe, and terror written on it.

One whispered something to the other in a hushed tone, unaware that Dina could hear every word. "That chick is freaking me out. Come, let's get out of here."

Dina waved after their disappearing figures. "Happy to see you guys too!"

"Okay, what's next?" Dina took a pondering pose. Her eyes darted from left to right until she landed her glare settled on the local cinema. "Of course, the movies!" A bright smile lit up her face. "What better way to pass your free afternoon than watching some good old-fashioned swashbuckler."

Dina began crossing the street while whistling a joyful tune and willed every car to screech to a halt despite the red traffic light and sauntered up to the ticket booth.

A sullen-looking old lady was tapping on her phone when Dina's hand landed dramatically on the counter, making her flinch. "One ticket for Revenge Of The Monks 3, please! And make it a free one."

Without hesitating, while wearing a wooden expression, the old lady printed out a ticket and handed it to Dina without naming a price.

Dina grinned as she grasped the ticket out of the woman's hand. "Thank you!"

"Have a wonderful time, miss!" The old lady said. The woman turned around to pick up her phone but suddenly froze in her movement. She jerked her head, looking over her shoulder with a puzzled glare. "Miss?"

Dina turned around, flashing a gentle smile while uttering the word, "Yes?" in her softest voice.

"Did you pay for your ticket?" The old lady asked, confusion evident on her face.

"Yes, I did," Dina said without batting an eyelid.

"Oh," The old lady scratched her head. "Ah, yes! Stupid me," She slapped her forehead in realization. "Of course you did!" She pulled out her wallet and fished out a few banknotes, which she placed into the cash drawer. "we've agreed that I would pay for your ticket personally. Sorry, my bad."

Dina blew a kiss. "Hey, don't mention it, Ciska. "she said, while not surprising the old lady that she knew her name while they were total strangers to each other. "You're only human. Not everyone can be perfect like me."

Dina went to the restroom to empty her bladder and looked at herself in the mirror while washing her hands. Her thoughts ran wild with all the possibilities her newfound powers granted her. She pushed a wayward strand of brunette hair behind her ear and straightened her back to take a moment to enjoy the unshakeable air of confidence her eyes radiated before walking off. She chuckled to herself while exiting the restroom, thinking about all that lay ahead of her. She could do anything! And she had a strong suspicion that there was nothing out there able to stop her.

Dina sauntered her way towards the concessions stand, chin raised in triumph.

There, she leaned her head against her hand, pondering momentarily before deciding it was a good day for a big bucket of salty popcorn and a large Coke. Her gleeful face churned to a look of bummer when she noticed a line of at least ten people.

If there was one thing Dina could not stand, it was waiting in line! But then she remembered something else - she never had to wait in a line again thanks to her powers!

She saw a lanky nerd walking up to the counter as it was his turn to place an order. With a sardonic grin, Dina used her powers to plant the urge in the guy's head to buy her a Large Popcorn and a Coke she'd been eyeing.

"Ooh, thank you, sir! How sweet of you!" Dina took over the popcorn and coke the nerd bought for her. He scratched his head with a frown, looking like he no longer knew where he was. Luckily for him, he received a reminder from his even nerdier-looking girlfriend, who scolded him for buying food and drink for a total stranger while forgetting to buy the things she'd ordered him to do.

Dina gave them a gentle smile while blowing a kiss to the guy – to vex the nerdy girl even more. "Have a nice day, you two!" As Dina walked away from the two arguing teens, she couldn't help but smirk to herself.

After being ushered by one of the cinema's attendants to the right hall, Dina plunged into a seat that suited her – not the one assigned to her when buying the ticket. She grasped a handful of popcorn from the bucket and stuffed it in her mouth in a not-so-lady-like manner while munching shamelessly.

The movie began.

Its premise was about a monastery deeply hidden near the peak of a misty mountain, where a group of monks who happened to possess mystical powers lived. For centuries, these monks worried about nothing else than their own business and refrained from mingling with society. In this movie, however, they broke this sacred oath and started to intervene when the government began shamelessly drilling for oil at a nearby lake that was seen as sacred by the Monks. The movie's climax erupted in a massive clash between the altruistic monks and a heavily armed group of mercenaries financed by the government.

All Monks perished, and their monastery torched, all to the chagrin of Dina – who rather saw the Monks prevailing. So the new Dina did what the new Dina always did when something did not go her way. She altered it to her liking, thus changing the entire script of the movie and its ending.

"There, that's more like it, right?" Dina glanced behind her to the other people attending while the movie's final scene depicted a young monk with smears of blood on his face smiling as he saw the defeated mercenaries dripping off.

The other patrons of the movie theater gaped at her in puzzlement, some of them in fear as they witnessed an entire movie being rewound and molded in real-time, all due to the interference of a mere teen girl. What they witnessed defied all logic, making them doubt their own eyes. Yet, it did happen.

Dina exited the cinema to hit the streets and stretched out the stiff muscles in her body with a groan that ignited disapproving looks from passing pedestrians. She glanced about and pondered what to do next with her free afternoon. In the distance, she saw a massive cruise ship bobbing its way to dock at a terminal – its white deck standing out against the deep blue sea.

Dina rubbed her hands in anticipation. "You know, brother." Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she grinned at the minuscule speck still standing on her shoulder. "I've always wanted a ship in a bottle of my own. I could never wrap my mind around how it was possible to fit something so large through such a narrow opening. I still fail to understand. But it doesn't matter though. I don't need to understand. As long as I'm able to do it."

Dina held her hand up, and out of nothing, an empty bottle materialized upon it. Her eyes zeroed in on the massive cruise ship. "I want you," Dina nodded in the cruise ship's direction. "here." She nodded at the glass bottle resting in her hand. And voila, The Majesty Mark 3, which stretched longer than three football fields and carrying more than five thousand people, disappeared from the sea to reappear in a glass bottle not taller than thirty centimeters nestled in Dina's petite hand.

Passengers lounging on deck near the pool removed their shades, surprised that the sun's warmth was not felt anymore. Instead, they were confronted with the face of a pretty teen girl – bigger than the ship they were bobbing upon – grinning down at them.

Dina took a gander at the harbor, just as a check, to see if the ship was not there anymore. It wasn't. The ship was resting in her hand now, entrapped in a bottle like a toy.

"I did it! I totally did it! Of course, I did it. I can do anything! Ha!"

With that, Dina walked off to see what more mischievous she could do.

"You like?" Standing at the kitchen counter while preparing herself a cup of tea, Dina asked with a glow of pride while glancing over her shoulder at her now normal-sized brother sitting at the kitchen table.

Throgg was gobbling up a breakfast dish his kid sister had made for him.

He nodded vigorously. "Delicious!" he said while munching with his mouth full.

He swallowed the bite, took a big swig of milk, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "What is it?" He eyed the piece of toast in his hand, curious about the ingredients.

Dina plopped down on a chair across from him and steeped a bag of green tea in a steaming cup of hot water. "It's breakfast toast with fava bean spread and capicola."

"Fava beans?" Throgg scrutinized the piece of toast held in his hand, inspecting it closely.

"Mmm," Dina hummed in agreement, carefully sipping her tea. "Highly nutritious, those green rascals. They are rich in plant protein, folate, and several other vitamins and minerals. They are also loaded with soluble fiber that can aid digestion and lower cholesterol levels."

Throgg gaped at his sister, wide-eyed, in total disbelief of what he was hearing. "I didn't know you were a chef?"

Dina shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm not. The regular Dina does not know how to make these dishes. Just like the regular Dina would never be able to recite the properties of fava beans. But hey! I'm anything but regular these days, aren't I?" she tittered.

"So, you've just… conjured it or something?" Throgg glanced warily at the toast while mentally asking himself if he still wanted another bite of something that had not been prepared in the usual way but had materialized by his kid sister's sheer will.

"After a google search, yes." Dina placed her cup of tea on the table. Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she rested her chin upon her interlocked fingers. "And even that is not necessary anymore, but ingrained habits are hard to break. My head is now like a Google machine. The moment I ponder about something, a mental order is all it takes to make the required knowledge seep in through the back door of my consciousness the very moment I yearn for it, ready to be spoken as if it had been stored in my memory all along."

"Which is not the case?" Throgg asked.

Dina showed a pondering face. Then, as a thought unpacked in her head, her nose wrinkled in distaste. "Ugh, disgusting!" She shook her head. "Anyway, sweaty feminine armpits, preferably generated by physical strain, is a flavor you desperately crave to taste someday. This is information that was not present in my head until a few seconds ago. I fished it out of your head."

Throgg's eyes went wide after hearing that revelation. "So, my head is like an open book to you?"

Dina sighed deeply and fixed him with an intense stare before replying in a serious tone, "If I ever feel the need to turn those filthy pages, then yes. I could do that. But believe me, brother. Besides this occasion whereby I needed to convince you of my abilities, I will never take a look into that filthy head of yours. I've probably already seen more than I can bear."

Throgg's eyes contorted into tiny prying slits. "What more have you seen?"

Dina smirked, not flinching away from his intense gaze. "I know you jerked off to me on a couple of occasions." She paused for dramatic effect before continuing. "Last time in the morning when you threw that tomato at me, and I discovered my powers. You came so hard then, didn't you? Sprayed that sticky load of yours all in a vile blanket you never wash while fantasizing about my tush and tits." Dina took a sip of her tea, not leaving her gaze on him, before adding, "I always knew you were disgusting, Throgg. But I got to say that even that took me by surprise."

"What took you by surprise, dear?" Lidi, Dina's mother, entered the kitchen. She approached the kitchen counter to grab a cup of coffee.

"Do you really want to know, mom?" Dina asked while giving Throgg a knowing glance. The latter's eyes grew to saucers, and he shook his head fiercely, not wanting his mother to know about his taboo desires.

"Yes," Lidi said, leaning her rear against the counter and crossing her arms after making preparations on the coffee machine. "I really want to know." She imitated the intonation her daughter used while uttering the sentence.

A barely imperceptible smile sprouted upon Dina's face as she saw Throgg's face blanch, glancing at her with eyes that pleaded not to tell a thing. "Well, for starters, mom." She allowed herself a moment to savor the feeling of power before speaking. "I'm pleasantly surprised to see that you're so content with your beautiful purple hair. I can change it back if you like."

"No, no, save yourself the trouble, dear!" Lidi waved her hand. "I like it!"

"And why is that?" Dina asked, shooting a pointed look at her brother, clearly saying, 'You owe me.'

"Because, for some inexplicable reason, everyone else likes it too!"

"Well, that's a good thing, right?" Dina smiled.

"It certainly is. It's just…" Lidi grabbed a freshly made mug of coffee, letting its heat warm her hands. "I don't know. Unexpected? I mean, who the hell besides an emo likes purple hair anyway?" She snickered.

"Well, maybe you've just underestimated people's appreciation for creative expression, Mom." Dina's eyes twinkled.

"Or maybe," Lidi took a sip of her steaming mug of coffee before landing her gaze on her daughter. "you had a finger in the pie. And do not lie to me because I immediately know when you do!"

"Just a single thought of mine could take all that suspicion away. Hell, I could even make you believe you always had purple hair from birth. Or better, rewrite your past and make that thought the holy truth."

Lidi sighed and shook her head slightly. "I know you can, dear." She walked up to her daughter and caressed her shoulder with fondness in her eyes. "You can do anything now. That Lamborghini under the carport and the fact that I'm the restaurant's owner proves it. I guess I should be thankful. And while I sincerely am. I can't help but worry."

"For what, Mom? Anything is possible now for us. I can make us a better life."

"You can do a whole lot more than that, honey. What if someone treats you poorly? How will you deal with it, knowing you can do virtually anything?"

Dina shrugged. "Nothing sinister, that's for sure... I'll probably just ask them to be nice to me."

"And what if they don't?" Dina's mother asked, her tone tinged with skepticism.

“Then I guess I will–"

Her mother cut in, her voice stern. "…make them? Punish them, dear?"

Dina leaped up from her chair, defiance brimming in her eyes. "I'm not like that, mom!"

"Are you not? Then why is good old Throgg here sitting all meekly at the table, huh? I've never seen the two of you have a normal conversation with each other for years. You're always either at each other's throats or busy treating each other like some piece of furniture that's not worth any attention. What did you do to him to make him behave like a gentleman?"

"I just asked him to be nice to me for a change, that's all," Dina said. "Isn't that right, dear brother of mine?"

Throgg cast his skittish gaze from his mother to Dina and then gave a curt nod before taking a quick bite from his toast.

"See?" Dina said as she plopped down onto her seat. "Nothing sinister here."

"And what if he steps over your bounds? You're going to shrink him again?"

"I…" Dina wanted to answer, but the words froze in her throat as she saw her mother stride towards something else she apparently found more interesting than their conversation.

Lidi stopped in front of a bottle stationed on the cupboard. "And what the hell is this?" Reaching out with both arms, she carefully picked it up and brought it closer for inspection. A glimmer of familiarity crossed her face in response. "Is this that cruise ship they've been talking about on the news? Have you shrunk it?"

"It's no big deal, mom." Dina walked up to her mother and took the ship over. She gazed at it lovingly as she held it up to the light, admiring its intricate details with wide eyes. "I just found it so beautiful. I could not resist it. I will grow it back after the weekend. I promise."

"Where are its crew and passengers? I sincerely hope you did not –"

"I've conjured them all home, Mom. Erased their memory of this happening, don't worry. It's all taken care of."

Lidi blurted out a sharp-edged laughter, arms crossing across her chest. "You're such a clever girl. When you decided to pluck them away, these people were on vacation or working. What about those memories? How will the people around them react when they suddenly find them home again while they are supposed to be on a trip? Have you ever thought about that?"

Dina snapped her fingers. "Done."

"Oh, so I take it you've altered the memories of not only the passengers on that ship but also all of their family members and friends at home to suit this new situation you've created?"

"Mmm," Dina nodded absentmindedly with a smile, her attention already on the bottled ship resting in her hands. With a single thought, Dina willed it to shrink down even further, making it breathtakingly tiny so that it was able to be lifted by just her finger and thumb. She blew a kiss at it before stuffing it in her pocket.

Lidi shook her head in disbelief. She glanced at her son, sitting there meekly at the table to eat a toast his kid sister conjured for him. "Are you okay with all of this, Throgg?"

Throgg shifted nervously in his seat before replying with a shaky voice, "C-Certainly, mom! Dina is nice. She's just nice, that's all."

"Oh, come here you!" Dina walked up to Throgg and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. Lidi observed her son's body tensing up before he returned Dina's happy smile with an uncomfortable grin.

What have she done to you, Throgg? Lidi pondered in silence as she observed her once brazen son act like a skittish pup around his sister. She knew darn well that Dina could pick up on her thoughts. But there was no sign from Dina that she had noticed. Or maybe she did and was choosing not to show it.

"So, Is that how things work from now on in the world?" Lidi gestured dramatically. "If Dina likes something, she just takes it?"

"Hey! Don't paint me as some sort of tyrant!" Dina's face twisted in annoyance. "You heard, Throgg. I'm nice. I prefer to surround myself with nice people."

Lidi walked up to Dina. "Heed these words I'm quoting Dina, 'absolute power corrupts absolutely.' These words were written by Lord Acton, a 19th-century British politician, to a bishop. These famous words are timeless and still hold true today. And not even you, Dina, with your infinite capabilities, cannot resist their hold on human nature."

Pushing aside the curtain to be allowed a glance on the street, Lidi saw hundreds of people chanting things in honor of her daughter.

"Girl of Wonders! Girl of Wonders! Girl of Wonders!"

Lidi shook her head in disapproval she stepped away from the window.

It seemed like the mayor had sent the entire police department to their doorstep with crush barriers to prevent all these people from entering their home.
Most of these people have come here to thank Dina, or to venerate her even for her services or the wonders she performed.

Unfortunately, greed was a more prevalent sentiment among this crowd than sincere gratitude. Rather than to shower Dina under cups of appreciation, they sought only to get something from nothing.

With her ultimate power, Dina could fulfill all of one's desires, no matter how large or small. Whether it was a vision-impaired individual who wished to see, or someone suffering from a terminal illness looking for a miracle, or just a more commonplace request such as increased success in business or being born with blue eyes rather than grey. Dina Locksely could make it come true.

Lidi's daughter had worked hard in the past few days to earn her place in the world as a kind-hearted benefactor. Driven by her need to prove her mother wrong and show that she wouldn't let these newfound abilities corrupt her, Dina assured everyone that she would never use them for selfish means and only do good with them.

Dina vowed also not to use her powers to make her life easier; like creating a beverage out of thin air when she's parched instead of getting off the couch and going to the refrigerator. Or cancelling school when she has had enough.

As Lidi strutted towards the living room, drinks in hand, she remembered the talk she had with her daughter last night.

“Tolerance, Dina, to bear something unpleasant is a trait that’s not very strong developed with you, Dina. Throughout life, you've always chosen the easy way out," Lidi, Dina’s mother said. “Now imagine you with all your godlike powers, able do anything with nothing more than a whiff of your thoughts, do you possibly believe that you’ll be able restrain yourself from not using them when faced with hardship in everyday life like normal humans do? To be honest, I don’t think even I could do that. And I’ve known hardship all my life.”

Dina glared as she crossed her arms, the material of her sweater tightening around her biceps. She leaned back in the plush couch and hissed, “So you think this whole endeavour is doomed to fail?"

“Why try it in the first place, honey?” Lidi replied, with pity in her voice.

“Because you said–“

Dina stuttered to a halt when her mother put up a hand. “I know what I said, dear.” she said, patting Dina's arm gently. “And the only thing I want to give back to you is that I rather see you live in honesty than to see you forcing yourself to live in a lie while struggling to make that fit.”

“And what lie is that?”

“The one that says you’re a humble person! Face it, Dina, you’re quite egocentric!”

“I’m not a tyrant!”

“You don’t hear me say that. The moral spectrum has many shades and you’re not maxing out to the black side, but you’re most definitely don't fit in the white shade either.”

Dina made a dismissive noise. “Neither was Mary Magdalene at the start.”

“Are you comparing yourself with a saint?”

Dina waved off the suggestion. “That wouldn’t be a fair comparison, would it? After all, I have powers and she had not.”

Lidi settled onto the couch next to her daughter and took a sip of her freshly brewed tea. She watched as Dina reluctantly dragged her gaze away from the television, fingers scrolling over the tiny screen of her phone. “How long before you need to go to school, dear?” she asked.

Dina's eyes flickered up and she answered with a loud yawn while stretching her arms, “About eight minutes or so.”

Craddling the cup of tea between her hands Lidi asked, “And you’re going out the old-fashioned way?”

Dina ran a hand through her hair, sniggering, as she never took her eyes off the sitcom that was playing onscreen. “I’m going out the old fashioned way,” she repeated her mother's words.

“And I know what you’re going to say!” Dina quickly added, her head swiveling toward her mother's direction. “That I wont be able to brave that storm at our doorstep as the regular Dina. And I knew you were about to say that not because of my powers but because I know you too well, mom.”
Lidi turned her gaze away from her daughter’s piercing glare and made it land on a vaze, confessing with that simple gesture that what her daughter just said was right. And even that gesture was not necessary anymore, Dina could read her head like an open book if she wanted to.

“Time to go,” Dina shut off the TV and sprung up from the couch. She snatched her backpack and strode towards the entrance of the house.

“No kiss?” Lidi asked, her voice laced with disappointment.

Dina looked over her shoulder, a wave of guilt washing over her face. “Sorry, mom. Of course!” She walked up to her mother, wrapping her in an embrace.

Lidi’s lips found Dina’s ears and she whispered, “I’m glad you’ve turned my hair back to the old fashioned chestnut hue again.”
“You mean chestnut hue without gray hairs.” Dina said with a mischievous smirk. “I did you a favor, mom.” She winked.
“I did not have any gray hairs!” Lidi said firmly, though she couldn't suppress the smile that tugged at her lips.

Dina caressed her mother’s cheek. “Of course you hadn’t.” She smiled. “Just like you never had a Lamborgini and your own restaurant.”

Lidi grabbed Dina’s arm before she was able to walk off. Desperation shone in her eyes as she pleaded with her daughter. “You’re aren’t going to take away my restaurant, are you dear? I can live life with riding around with a clunker of a Suzuki Swift instead of a Lamborghini, but please don’t make me lick the heels of that shitstain again.”

“Hey, anything to make you happy, mom.” Dina blew a kiss and made her way towards the frontdoor, where a chorus of muffled shouts and chanting bounced against the door as if they were trying to barge their way in.

Dina slowly pushed open the creaky wooden door, and was immediately met with a cacophony of clangs and cries slamming in her face. She winced as the sound assaulted her, and felt an almost overwhelming urge to use her spowers to teleport herself away from the chaos. But she steeled her resolve, reminding herself that using her powers for personal gain was something she had promised herself not to do.

Summoning all her courage, she steadied herself with a deep breath and released it slowly. Stepping forward with purpose, she found herself face-to-face with a wall of police officers flanked by metal barriers. The sergeant, who had been berating a heckler, turned to see what was going on when he felt a tap on his shoulder from one of his subordinates. He approached Dina with an amiable smile, asking if she needed any assistance.

Dina nodded appreciatively. On cue, officers sprung to action, guiding two barricades out of the way so Dina could pass. Other police officers used their bodies to form a path for her.

Dina attempted to tune out the roaring voices that intensified in tenfold when she made her entrance.

On one side, people were shouting words of admiration, calling her 'Girl of Wonders.' But Dina was aware of other shouts too, as they branded her 'Demon' and 'Daughter of Lucifer.'

Dina's heart skipped a beat as she watched two officers rush up to an imposing figure and tackle him to the ground. She heard a loud thud and people screaming, “Gun! He's got a gun!”Everything around her moved in slow motion as they wrestled the man to the pavement and secured his arms behind

The police was quick in disarming them. Dina realized that this man was out there to take her life. She heard him screaming things like he ruined his business by curing all those people. He wouldn't have achieved anything even if he managed to fire a bullet at Dina's face. Although she hadn't tried it yet, she intuitively knew that she was invincible to something as minuscule as a bullet meant for killing ordinary human beings. Dina stood above those things now.

Dina had been making her way through the crowd, struggling to keep a steady rhythm and focus on her destination. Suddenly, a middle-aged man jumped in front of her. His eyes shone with reverence as he knelt down at her feet and bowed, his hands trembling. Before she could react, a few police officers rushed up and dragged him away.

“We are this to you! We are this to you!” he shouted, struggling futilely against the clutch of hands that had entrapped him. Just then, something came sailing through the air towards her, thrown by that same man. Dina's reflexes kicked in and she caught whatever had been thrown with ease. Taking a closer look, she was surprised to see it was a marble or something very similar. She held it up to the light to get a better view.

It was indeed some kind of marble, but instead of seeing a mixture of undefined colors and shapes you often saw on the inside of a marble she saw something that reminded her of something she had seen earlier on Discovery Channel.
Pinched between her index finger and thumb, Dina recognized a microscopic spiral shaped galaxy. Was this man trying to imply that she stood above all and should embrace it?

The notion that all of reality rested in the palm of her hand appealed to Dina. She never thought about it in this way and her potential seemed to expand infinitely with this idea

Before now, she had never fathomed the possibility that she could end reality as easily as a little girl could pop a soap bubble with the pinch of her finger. A silly smile made its way onto her face as she grasped the magnitude of what this meant: she really was God!

Throgg's closest companion, Jack, raised his eyebrows in admiration as he watched in marvel as Throgg repeatedly hit the bullseye on the homemade target in Jack's backyard with a Glock 22. The loud bangs echoed through the air, causing Jack's dog, busy gnawing on a bone, to retreat quickly.

"Damn, Throgg!" Jack exclaimed, setting down the patch he was using to clean his brand-new Colt, a gift for his birthday. "If I had known you were such a talented shooter, I never would have invited you. What do you think that will do to my already fragile ego?"

Jack turned to face his friend, a sardonic grin spreading across his face. He held up the Glock 22 in his hand, aiming it directly at his friend's head. "What do you think this bullet will do to your fragile skull?"

Jack flashed a sly grin in response, revealing his crooked front teeth that he never bothered to straighten with braces despite his father's ample wealth. "You may be a crack shot, Throgg, but--"

Throgg let out a startled cry and stumbled backward as a bullet narrowly missed his head, grazing his left ear. "You son of a!"

In the blink of an eye, Jack had jumped up and pointed his gun at Throgg, pulling the trigger with a resounding bang. "... Who's the fastest draw, huh?" Jack boasted with a wide grin on his face.

Throgg scoffed. "You miss, and you die."

"I did that on purpose, lamebrain!" Jack retorted as he sat down and grabbed some gun oil to lubricate his weapon. "I could have easily hit that ugly nose of yours those girls at Jackie's Place always tease you about."

"Fuck your ugly smug grin, and fuck those girls at Jackie's Place." Throgg cursed and turned back to the target, carefully aiming once more.

Jack grabbed a cloth and began to polish his gun, the oil leaving streaks on its surface. "You'd love that, wouldn't you? To fuck them."

With a steady hand, Throgg pulled the trigger and expertly shot multiple holes through the target's head.

"I have, you know." Jack chimed in. "With that redhead with the nice rack, last Saturday night on the backseat of my Dad's Chevy. She told me my gift to her was the best she'd ever had."

Throgg lowered his weapon and turned to give him a skeptical look. "We were at the movie theater last Saturday evening."

"That was at 8 pm!" Breezed Jack. "This happened at 11 pm, and you weren't there."

Throgg looked with disgust. "Luckily, I wasn't. Or I would be forced to listen to you moaning Cindy's name. Alone! While busting a nut in that unwashed bed of yours covered with dried sperm stains."

"I banged the girl, I swear! Right on top of my mom's washing machine!"

"Literally ten seconds ago, you said you drilled her on the backseat of your Dad's car."

"Ask, Cliff!" Jack pointed at his pooch, an elderly Rottweiler, busy licking at an old tire. The dog perked up and looked longingly at Jack, hoping to be granted some food. "He was there!"

Throgg shook his head in disbelief and continued to fire his remaining bullets at the target. "You have more bullets and a new target?" He inquired as his gun began to click, signaling it was out of ammunition.

Jack tossed Throgg a new magazine. Jack gave his friend a curious look as he saw him loading his gun. "Is there a specific reason for your sudden interest in guns?"

Throgg shrugged nonchalantly. "Guns are just cool. You find them cool. Is there a need to explain ourselves on this topic?"

"And what with that, big muscle talk and guns are for woozies and such?"

Throgg began shooting a few rounds at the already shredded target.

"It's your sister, isn't it? You want to kill her."

Throgg stopped shooting and lowered his gun with a sigh.

"Are those stories true?" Jack couldn't help but ask. "I mean, I've heard a lot of crazy stories in my lifetime. Coming from an eccentric family has made me kind of immune to being easily amazed. But this… sheesh, shrinking a cruise ship and altering a movie to her liking? Has she done anything like that to you?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Throgg settled the gun down on the table with a loud clatter. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and leaned against the fence, staring at the horizon as he let out a stream of smoke.

"I heard some even believe that Dina is the carnal incarnation of God. If that's true, poor you and your pitiful gun are up against the Almighty herself." Jack said with a sense of wonder in his voice.

"I never said that I wanted to kill her!" Throgg snapped, his voice spatting frustration.

"But you do believe that she is God? Or, at least, some kind of deity, right? Jesus, man. Your own sister..."

Throgg gave a long exhale, puffing out a lung full of smoke. "I don't know what to believe anymore. It's just wicked, that's all, wicked."

"I had a crush on her, you know? Last year."

"You have a crush on a different girl every week!" Throgg said.

"But come on, even you have to admit that your sister is kind of attractive - very much so even."

Unwanted memories flooded Throgg's mind of the morning he couldn't resist touching himself to thoughts of his sister. It was also the same day he threw a tomato at her head, and she inexplicably gained powers.

He couldn't help but wonder if his sister's unlimited abilities were karma's way of punishing him for years of teasing and pestering her. She seemed to take great pleasure in using those powers to get back at him.

Throgg approached his friend and gave him a grateful handshake. "Thanks," he said, referring to the gun – he put in his bag – and the opportunity to practice with it.

Jack gave a curt nod before a grin spread across his face as he realized the change in their heights. Usually, Throgg was significantly taller and towered over Jack by at least two inches. But now, Jack could meet Throgg's gaze without tucking his head back. In fact, Throgg almost needed to do the opposite and crane his neck to look up at Jack.

"I could get used to this. Your sister did this, huh?" Jack grinned.

Throgg walked away and flashed a peace sign over his shoulder as he said, "See you tomorrow, man."

"Hopefully, not at the police station or your funeral." Jack joked as Throgg disappeared around the corner.

Throgg walked through the front door of his home with newfound confidence, a feeling he hadn't experienced in weeks. He scanned the living room and strolled confidently towards the kitchen when he noticed it was empty. "Is Dina around?" he asked his mother, who was engrossed in cooking.

Lidi peered behind her, a frown forming as she poured boiling water into the sink while cooking vegetables. "She's off. She was invited to some talk show, I think. She can be here any minute now."

"I'll be upstairs, just give me a heads up when she arrives. I have something for her."

Throgg was already on his way to the stairs when his mother called out, stopping him in his tracks.

Lidi approached her son with a look of worry etched onto her face. "You don't have to keep doing that, you know."

Throgg's eyebrows creased in confusion as he asked, "Do what, Mom?"

"Bootlicking your sister. You don't have to be afraid of her anymore. I made her enter into a pact and swear she will never use her abilities for selfish reasons. And I believe that includes bothering you."

"And you believe that she will keep her end of the promise?"

"She better be!" Lidi balled a fist. "Or I'm going to kick her out of the house and love her no more!"

"Mom," Throgg placed a gentle hand on his mother's shoulder. "Dina has the power to create an entire house with just her thoughts and compel you to love her,"

"But she promised me, Throgg. And I still believe in the sanctity of a promise, and I trust that Dina does too."

"You're living in a fantasy world, Mom."

Throgg closed the door and sat on his bed. He reached into his backpack and pulled out the Glock, which shimmered in the light from the ceiling. He also pulled out some boxes of ammunition from his bag Jack had gifted him.

He stood in front of his mirror, mimicking Clint Eastwood as he aimed the gun at his reflection. "Who's the badass now, huh?" he said with a typical voice. The feeling of power coursed through him, and it was satisfying.

Suddenly, a knock interrupted his moment of triumph. He immediately turned his head towards the door. Dina's voice could be heard on the other side. "Are you in there, Throgg? Can I come in? Mom said you had something to show me."

"Hold on!" Throgg hurriedly responded, quickly stashing his gun in a drawer of his desk. He made his way to the door and swung it open. Putting on his most docile expression, he welcomed his sister into his room. Dina's eyes lit up as she looked around. "So, where is it? What do you have for me?"

Throgg held up his hand. "Hold your horses. Let me get it first."

With a sneaky grin - Dina could not see - he walked up to his desk, opened a drawer, and fished out something. "Tada!" Throgg presented a small box nicely wrapped in decorative paper."

Dina's eyes widened in pleasant surprise as she looked at the gift Throgg was offering her. "For moi?"

Throgg nodded proudly. "Come on, open it."

"I certainly will, brother!" Without hesitation, Dina tore away the wrapping paper, revealing a translucent box inside. Her excitement grew as she saw the beautiful silver necklace adorned with sparkling crystals.

Dina exclaimed, "Oh, brother, this is so amazing! You've never given me anything like this before. Actually, you've never given me anything at all. It looks wonderful!" She held it up to the light to take a closer look.

Throgg grinned. "I've spent all my savings to get this just for you, my dear sister."

"For me? But why?"

Throgg shrugged. "Because I love you, of course. As a sister, I mean." He hurriedly added with a bashful smile.

Dina's face lit up with joy as she exclaimed, "This is the best gift ever!" He grinned, motioning for her to try it on. "Hold on, let me do the honors of putting it on for you while you admire yourself in the mirror."

"Sounds great! Here." Dina gleefully handed the necklace to her brother and turned around, holding her hair out of the way for him to clasp it around her neck.

"It's so beautiful!" Dina twirled around to admire how the necklace looked from different angles.

"What's going on?" Lidi barged into the room.

"Mom, look what Throgg gave me!"

"Oh my, Dina, that's–"

Lidi let out a sharp scream as an ear-splitting gunshot rang out. The entire side of the wall where Throgg stood was now drenched in blood and gore after a bullet pierced through Dina's skull.

Throgg's twisted grin appeared in Lidi's vision as her daughter's limp form fell to the floor with a loud thud.

"Is she dead?" Throgg kicked shamelessly against his sister's motionless body. "Is she dead?" When satisfied that his cruel task had been accomplished, he let out a mocking laughter that echoed through the house, nearly drowning out his mother's horrified scream.

Throgg's heart sank when he heard his mother sobbing behind him in the courtroom. He was filled with guilt and a strong desire to comfort her, to wrap an arm around her or hug her, anything to ease her pain.

If there was anyone who did not deserve this, it was her. The situation was unfair to her. Throgg's mother had always been a caring mother who worked around the clock to ensure her kids were well enough pampered and did not lack anything. Nothing was too much for her.

What had Throgg done to repay her? He had taken the life of his sister and her daughter by blasting a bullet through her skull.

The elation Throgg experienced after completing the task - and subsequently freeing himself from his sister's torment - was brief.

Prodded by his mother's desperate screams, his victorious laughter quickly turned into shocked silence as he stared in horror at the lifeless figure of his sister on the floor, a pool of blood seeping onto the carpet and filling the room with a metallic odor.

After that, everything was a roller coaster for Throgg as his body was dragged along on the ride of whatever life had concocted for him following his terrible deed. He went through a short police interrogation where he quickly confessed to being the one who pulled the trigger and ended his sister's life. Now, he sat in the courtroom, anticipating his trial and the punishment that would follow for this crime.

The lawyer jabbed him in the ribs, silently instructing him to rise from his seat as the judge made his entrance into the courtroom. After all the formalities were completed and several individuals had given their speeches, it was Throgg's turn to face questions from the prosecutor.

Throgg could feel the weight of everyone's stares as he walked towards the witness stand. He sat down and quickly scanned the courtroom. He gave a moment of his attention to his crying mother before the court official held out a bible for him to swear on. As his hand touched the cover, Throgg furrowed his brow. He thought he saw a brief vision of a woman's face on it. This was strange, as he had never noticed a female image in a bible before.

The court official cleared his throat. "Please raise your right hand. Do you swear that the testimony you are about to give is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you, Dina?"

Throgg appeared bewildered upon hearing the last word, but he responded nevertheless. "I do."

After that, Throgg did his thing, answered all questions honestly, pleaded guilty, and returned to his seat. The rest of the trial went by in a daze.

The judge finally returned to deliver the final verdict. Despite his heavy remorse for killing his sister, Throgg couldn't help but feel fearful about the punishment he was about to receive.

His actions would most likely result in him being charged with first-degree murder. Throgg wasn't knowledgeable about criminal cases, but his lawyer had explained that if he was convicted–which seemed inevitable since he gave an admission of guilt–he could face a life sentence or even the death penalty. If he were fortunate, he would receive a lengthy prison term instead.

Throgg dreaded the possibility of either of those outcomes, but the thought of a life sentence scared him the most. It would mean losing all hope for the future and being tormented by guilt for the rest of his days. Just let it all be over. His main worry when facing the death penalty was that his mother would also suffer consequences, as she had already lost one child.

Throgg, like everyone else in the courtroom, stood up as the door opened and the judge walked in. As he caught sight of the judge, his eyes widened in disbelief. He shook his head and gave himself a light slap on the cheek to ensure that what he was seeing was not a hallucination.

Just moments ago, the judge was a heavyset, elderly man with slicked-back hair and a wattle that shook every time he had a coughing fit.

However, the man was now missing from sight. Approaching confidently in a black robe was a beautiful young girl with straw-blond hair and a perky swag in her walk that wore the spitting image of his sister, Dina!

"D-Dina, you're alive!" Throgg bellowed through the courtroom, which ended up in him getting reprimanded for disturbing the order in the court.

Dina flashed a brief, confident smile at the shocked Throgg before gracefully taking her seat. As the rest of the room settled back into their chairs, Throgg looked around in disbelief, wondering if anyone else was witnessing the same thing. Just in case, he pinched himself and slapped his face to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. But there she was - Dina, a mere 16-year-old girl, sitting in the authoritative position of judge while her body should be lying in the mortuary.

Throgg was baffled by the fact that everyone else seemed utterly unfazed by the strange events unfolding. Even his mother acted as though it were all perfectly normal. He started to question if he was losing his sanity. In a hushed tone, he asked his lawyer if they were both witnessing the same bizarre occurrences.

The lawyer stared at Throgg as if he had just claimed that the sun rises at night and the moon during the day. "Of course, it's her! Everything is Dina Locksley," he said.

As the Dina judge opened her mouth to speak, a sudden gasp echoed through the courtroom. The air was heavy with fear and tension as everyone turned to look out the windows. A thick darkness had descended over the city, blocking out the sun. Throgg glanced at the Dina judge, who gave him a stern and unreadable glare before he hurried towards the window to investigate.

Throgg's heart raced as he surveyed the bustling crossroad below. Suddenly, every person froze in place, like marionettes with their strings cut. Cars and buses screeched to a halt, their drivers abandoning them in a frenzy to cluster together on the streets, all eyes turned skyward. The entire city had come to a sudden halt, gripped with an eerie stillness that sent chills down Throgg's spine.

Throgg could faintly make out the murmurs of people behind him, uttering the word "God" in awe.

Throgg's focus was abruptly pulled away from the strange scene of a bustling city frozen in time as if it were a clock that needed to be wound up again. His gaze snapped toward the sky, where an unnatural event occurred. The once bright blue sky with the blazing sun that neatly rained down its beams through the narrow windows of the courtroom had seemingly been extinguished, leaving behind a dark and eerie atmosphere reminiscent of twilight. As Throgg gaped at it all, he couldn't help but feel uneasy at the sight.

Something or someone was doing this...

As Throgg and the rest of the city's inhabitants continued to stare at the strange spectacle unfolding above them in the sky, a shiver ran through his body. He couldn't shake off the eerie sensation that they were being watched by something immense and otherworldly. Suddenly, a colossal, all-seeing eye appeared in the sky, staring directly at them, making Throgg feel exposed and vulnerable under its gaze.

Dina couldn't help but let out a small laugh as her left eye focused on the tiny city dotted on her pinky nail. From afar, it appeared as nothing more than a small gray smudge on top of her vibrant pink nail polish.

But when she brought it close to her eye, almost touching her cornea, the gray smudge transformed into a bustling city with countless minuscule inhabitants moving about. Most people wouldn't be able to see something so small, but Dina was far from ordinary.

It was like child's play for her to get a clear focus on what was happening down there on the object resting on the nail of her pinky finger that looked even more pitiful than the bloodstain of an ant.

Her whole hometown was resting there in its gloriousness and the millions of people who lived there. Dina included, which was quite ironic because she was sitting in her bedroom in a lazy pajama shirt that barely covered her luscious thighs while lounging in a lazy chair and looking down upon it from above.

Dina grinned when she could feel her own gaze smiling down upon them from above.

She could even locate her pitiful brother staring up at her immensely huge eye from the courtroom that was currently serving justice for his heinous act.

Dina conjured her hometown in a glass jar resting on a side table with a single thought. She stretched her arms out with a yawn and leaned over, resting her head on her arms to grant herself a good look at the infinitesimal continent entrapped in the glass jar. It was so easy for her to do such a thing. Dina could do anything.

Knowing that she held a position of absolute power over everything, Dina found it easier to let go of her reservations and act on her inner desires. She felt mischievous and stood up, turning around and lifting her pajama shirt to give the pitiful continent in her glass jar a view of her bare bottom. She clasped one cheek with a firm hand and commanded, "Give praise to this. Now!"

A young man gripped Throgg's shoulder as he said, "I'll see you later this afternoon, brother." He flashed a smile and walked away, holding a bible under his arm.

As Throgg joined the crowds of church attendees and strolled through the arched gate, leaving behind the pleasant coolness of the building and entering into the scorching heat of the outside world, the first thing he did was gaze up at the sky.

Throgg shielded his eyes from the blinding sunlight and gazed at the endless blue expanse above him. His sister was somewhere up there, he knew. It had been weeks since he last saw her in human form. She rarely visited Earth these days, but he sensed that she still kept a watchful eye on the planet like a precious toy.

Occasionally, a celestial occurrence captures the attention of all and brings life to a standstill as people gaze skyward. A colossal eye appears, seemingly capable of consuming the entire planet without so much as a single blink.

Dina Locksley rarely made an effort to connect with her people personally, but today was one of those occasions - and a lucky day for all of her followers. Throgg was aware that she constantly monitored them, though not in a way his senses could detect. Still, her presence was always palpable.

Throgg was confident she could see him staring at her with a silly grin on his face. It had been a wild journey for Throgg, but he was finally content with where he was in life.

He could scarcely believe it. His sister, his very own bratty sister, whom he had relentlessly bullied and tormented for years, had now ascended to the status of deity—or maybe she had always been.

The thought was almost surreal, as if he were living a bizarre dream. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of shock, awe, and even a tinge of jealousy as he thought about it. How could his kid sister, the snotty brat he had always viewed as inferior, suddenly become so… everlasting and all-powerful?

She can do anything now! Dina is God!

It still felt odd to him to state it like that.

Throgg beamed with pride as he looked up at the sky and proclaimed, "My sister is God!"

The man next to him slapped him on the back in agreement. "She sure is, champ!"

Throgg couldn't quite comprehend how or why this was true, but his 16-year-old sister was almighty and the universe's unquestionable ruler. Nothing could oppose her, and all would bend to her will.

He wasn't sure if she had recently gained this status or had always possessed it without realizing it, but either way, she was indeed God—there was no doubt about that.

Even though everything had already transpired, Throgg still bore the burden of guilt for his monstrous deed of "killing" her. Of course, he hadn't actually killed her - Dina Locksley was above such inconsequential matters like life and death, a privilege we mere mortals were not granted.

But Throgg was unaware of this at the time. In his mind, his sister Dina was just as vulnerable as any other human and could be killed just as easily. His impulsive actions caused a rift between him and his mother, who judged him harshly for his deed.

Despite the overwhelming joy that coursed through his mother's veins upon learning her lost daughter was still alive, it could not quell the fierce anger she held towards Throgg for nearly stealing her away.

When the truth emerged—that God was not some almighty being but rather a mere teenage girl with stunning eyes living among them—it was a monumental shift for their entire planet. The revelation left many in awe and disbelief, forcing them to reevaluate everything they thought they knew about their world and its beliefs.

Soon enough, a dedicated group of followers from all corners of the globe huddled together to become the founders of Dinaism. They developed a framework of beliefs, customs, ceremonies, and ethical guidelines centered around the worship of Dina Locksley, which sought to elucidate the purpose of human existence and the origins of the cosmos through the lens of her divinity.

Sacred scriptures were written to guide adherents in following the right path. Morality and ethics served as guidelines for the followers, making sure they were living their lives just as Dina wanted them to.

Practices of worship in temples and churches brought believers closer to Dina, with her all-seeing eye in the sky as the ultimate proof that she was still there and caring about them.

The last time Dina showed herself in her physical form was two weeks ago. She gave a press conference that was fervently watched by billions of people worldwide. Here was a petite girl who looked nothing out of the ordinary and was merely 16 years old, shockingly announcing that she was God!

Dina's statement caused a stir among many people, particularly those with strong religious beliefs who considered it blasphemous. Others saw her words as nothing more than a tasteless joke that didn't deserve much attention. However, regardless of which side they were on, no one could deny the miraculous abilities displayed by Dina, as she could do seemingly impossible things.

Her main objective at the press conference was to finally prove her true abilities and demonstrate that she was everything she claimed to be. With great confidence, Dina challenged everyone to test her limits and push her to do seemingly impossible feats. She had already shown her ability to cure terminal illnesses and restore hearing to the deaf. She had even amazed the world by shrinking objects and living creatures. Now, a daring journalist with a slick smile dared her to bring extinct dinosaurs back to life.

With a simple snap of her fingers, Dina declared the task finished. The reporter was ready to scoff at her until a pterosaur suddenly descended from the sky and grabbed his hat. From there, Dina confidently brought back the mythical city of Atlantis, switched the locations of Hong Kong and New York, and transformed the once-white clouds into a vibrant pink hue while laughing about it.

There was not a thing Dina was unable to do. She refused to create a second sun when it was asked of her, as it would have dire consequences for all life on Earth, raising the surface temperature to scorching heat. Sure, with all of her powers at her disposal, Dina could easily make it function nonetheless, but that would feel like working.

And working was something Goddess Dina was not going to do anymore. She would leave that to her subjects.

As she observed from above, she was pleased to see that a significant portion of the world's population had dedicated themselves to keeping her happy.

Magnificent structures of marble and gold rose towards the sky, reaching for the heavens in honor of their teen Goddess. The notes of symphonies filled the air, interweaving to create a majestic melody that seemed to echo throughout the land, all with the sole purpose of honoring their Goddess.

Dina couldn't help but smirk at her brother's initial reaction to her ascension - shouting to anyone who would listen that his sister was nothing more than a spoiled child who didn't deserve such grandiose treatment.

Dina couldn't argue with him. Despite witnessing millions of people venerating and worshiping her, she did not feel like a deity.

She just felt like a 16-year-old high school girl with the luck to be blessed with omnipotent abilities.

In her own realm, Dina created herself and resembled her own bedroom; she leaned back comfy in her lazy chair while taking a sip of a cup of hot chocolate, her favorite drink.

She extended her hand towards the miniature galaxy hovering above her nightstand. After a brief pause, Dina's fingers drifted through the cluster of celestial objects until she found one that piqued her interest. Like a child picking out candy, she plucked a planet—much larger than Earth but still smaller than a radish in her hands—and brought it closer to examine.

On this planet lived an extraterrestrial species that humans will not discover until about 3000 years from now.

"You really are hideous, aren't you, my lovely ones?" Dina addressed the aliens, rattling their continents with heavy earthquakes with the sheer power of her voice.

Numbering in the trillions, these beings all worshiped Dina, a mere high school brat, as their Goddess - the one who created and could also destroy them.

As she smiled at them, they paused in their activities to pay homage to her all-seeing eye, bowing down and reciting prayers.

"Whoops!" Dina said after dropping the planet, where it bounced on her lap until it rested between her warm, bare thighs.

Dina's slender hand, adorned with delicate silver rings, reached out eagerly to grasp her most prized possession - the tiny marble representing planet Earth. With a flick of her wrist, she made it levitate above her index finger, mesmerized by its miniature beauty. After admiring it for a moment, she gently nestled it between her cleavage, just above her heart, where she believed it truly belonged. The curves of her moderate-sized breasts cradled the globe like a precious jewel, and she felt a surge of warmth and protectiveness wash over her as she held it there.