"Ash, can I borrow you for a shield spell?" Bruce asked me.
"I'm not really good at using my magic, but I will help you out by doing the best that I can!"
He grabbed my hand and started to focus. I did my best to focus my energy towards him, but it got harder as the cloud started to thicken up around us. I took a deep breath and focused as much of my energy I could to send to Bruce.
"Cloud, cloud, don't be so loud. Go away so we can see the day!" Uncle Fenrir said then it fully disappeared.
I ran to Bram while he was twitching on the ground. Uncle Fenrir put his hand on my shoulder.
"Could you calm him down? It would be better if it were someone his own age to do it. Just long enough to me to make a potion."
Bruce and Uncle walked away as I grabbed Bram's hand. I could feel it getting colder. Uncle Fenrir's magic is tied to the different rhymes that he can make.
'Listen to the call of our hearts. Close your eyes and see the flow of time, to fly away to the faraway land. Find the drumbeats of our hearts, follow down the old river of mine, focus and find my hand. To hold for all your pain to give, and to have all my happiness to give to you.'
He stopped twitching long enough to drink the potion, and I did my best to hold him still. I used a bit of my magic to drain some energy from him to stop him from shaking so much.
"Uncle, is he going to be okay?"
"I hate lying to children so I going to tell you the truth. He accidentally gave himself the vampire curse. The potion I made could only make it so he could also eat normal food and remove the sunlight death. Unlike other vampires, he will still have some of his warmth."
Bram opened his eyes and I saw that his eyes took a light red tint to them. I watched as the red started to fade away from his eyes. The deep green of his eyes drew me in.
"Rest, my mommy says that sleeping is good after getting hurt."
He closed his eyes again and fell asleep. I started lightly brushing his hair with my fingers. I watched as Bram started to lean into my hand. I could feel Uncle's gaze on my back.
"Ashen, you did well for a one so young. You kept your head enough to keep him safe long enough to get him some help."
"Uncle, why did your book do that?"
"My books are charmed against tampering. However, each time it is a random curse. Ashen, did he try to mess with it?"
"Maybe the ink ran after he sneezed on it?"
"That could do it."
"Well, I don't care that he is a van-pie-her, I want to be his friend," I even puffed out my chest to look tough.
"Aren't you a brave little bear," he said then patted between my ears.
I giggled when I heard Bram starting to snore. I always thought that Uncle's magic was weird because he has to rhyme to use it.
"Uncle, do you agree with mommy, that one day, everyone with be nice to every werebeast, vampire, and mage?"
"I don't know, but first we must teach young ones like yourself to be kind to others so they could teach their children to be kind."
Then Uncle Fenrir collapsed to the floor, and then I did what any six year old would do, scream for my mother. Luckily, he just fainted because he worked too hard with a 'hangover'; Lewis told me that it has something to do with having too much alcohol in the body.
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I kept my promise to Bram and the two of us grew up to be the best of friends. No matter how weird or insane our lives got, we always had each other's backs. Sure, the fact that he was a vampire and that I was pretty much a walking blood bank made our friendship a little rough. However, we fought together to keep our secrets safe from all of the villagers.
At the end of every day, right as he got back from school, we would go to one of our houses and we would laugh at how superstitious the villagers are. It was always so hilarious how the two of us must have looked in public, me with my pure white hair and purple eyes, and Bram with his straight black hair and pale skin. My brother made a crack one time saying that we looked like a starry night together.
There was that one time when we were both nine years old, when Bram almost gave out his secret of vampirism. He ran out of blood and he lost control, if I did not force him to drink my blood. He would have slaughtered some the villagers then the rest could kill him and possibly his whole family as well. It hurt but I knew I was doing the right thing to protect him, but it was complicated to hide the bite marks. It is a good thing that I normally wear scarfs outside of the house.