I sat in the clearing staring at the grass for what seemed like forever. I still couldn't believe I had just witnessed my father's murder and it would go unpunished. What would my brothers think if they even knew? However that wasn't the elephant in the room; it was that now I was completely on my own and obviously had a bounty on my head.
I had no where to go, I didn't know how to even get to the werewolf capital, or anywhere for that matter. I couldn't contact my brothers even if I wanted because that would put them in danger. Fresh tears rolled down my cheeks, for the second time in the last twenty four hours or so I felt completely hopeless. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that for a long time didn't notice the feet right in front of me. I didn't want to look but I had to and when I did a eerie feeling of relief washed over me. The stranger looked at me with a strange sense of recognition as if he knew exactly who I was and then dread replaced that warm feeling.
I got up, not bothering to wipe my tears and made a run for it. My vision was blurry but my body was moving on its own; I hadn't even gotten far when I froze. Funny thing was that I froze involuntarily and dread filled me even more. I had no control over my body as it turned in the direction where I was coming from, again I broke down, first vampires now witches? "Please, just kill me I really don't care."
The man said nothing as he willed my body to stand face to face with him or more accurately face to chest. "If I free your body do you agree that you won't take off running like a mental patient?" He asked with a hint of amusement in his voice, I nodded not wanting to stay like this for much longer.
The very next moment I had control of my body again, I only now just took in his features. He had light brown hair and duo colored eyes, one blue and the other bright red but there was something about him that felt familiar for lack of a better term.
"I'm not surprised your father sent you here of all places after all, witches are the ones most sociable with humans so no one would think much of it; would you like to come inside?" he asked and I stared at him in confusion then looked around the clearing, it was empty. It was funny how I was more concerned about this man seeing things than the fact that he knew my father and he knew me too.
"Oh, I forget sometimes that not one but me can see it with the cloaking," the stranger spoke more to himself than me, "dezvălui," his voice came out in a native tongue and a rather modern house appeared in the clearing, compared to the forest theme it really stuck out like a sore thumb. He turned and smiled at me and walked towards the house.
It was prettier inside and had a homey feeling; we sat across from each other in the living room and now the questions flooding through my head couldn't even leave my mouth. "Well, I imagine you've been through a lot judging by your clothes and the wild frantic look in your eyes so why don't you freshen up, while I make something and then we'll talk? The bathroom is upstairs on the third door on your left."
With that he stood up and left, I could already tell he was the quiet type. I did as he said what else was there to do really? When I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror bad was an understatement. My skin was painted in huge purple bruises and some cuts here and there; he was right about my eyes...I read did look the part of surviving a near death experience. It was hard to tear my gaze away from the version of me that was less than Ideal but I had to. The water was nice but still stung my body, small price to pay.
I wrapped myself on a towel and stared at my foggy reflection, scared to wipe the mirror and face myself. The guilt ate at me, he should've saved himself. My eyes stung signalling tears and before they could fall there was a soft knock on the door. "I've put some clothes on the bed in the room across, they should fit," there was silence again.
I made my way into the room and saw a pair of jeans and a hoodie laid neatly on the queen size bed, they must have been his wife's or some other lady but fit me like a glove I was tall for a fifteen year old. I didn't know what but something about this house felt... familiar. The smell coming from the kitchen was heavenly and only now did I realize how hungry I was. To make matters worse, my stomach growled and my face heated up immediately.
He sat on the table and I took a seat across from him as he dished out the food. The silence was uncomfortable as we picked at our food, the tension was no better. He suddenly stood up and walked out, talk about antisocial. I sat there while the seconds dragged on into hours and I was completely lost in thought. That being said I felt like my soul was slammed back into my body at the exact same time something hit the table. It was a black wooden box with runes on its sides, what was in there that needed wards for?
"You should brace yourself Ayden, because there are some things I will tell you that you never thought you'd have the right to know," I looked at the box while he muttered something in a native tongue and the runes disappeared instantaneously. I stood up when he opened it and all that was there were old books and other things I couldn't place.
He pulled out one book and opened it; a photo album. The first picture was of him or rather a younger version of him standing next to a girl. My heart leapt to my throat, from her hair that was a black as night tipped with silver to her eyes or at least one of them. One was purple and the other bright red; even the shape of her face baffled me. I looked at him waiting for an explanation, he sighed.
"Those people in that picture are my sister and I, taken over five decades ago but still feels like yesterday; So before I explain this I'd like to tell you the Genesis of the way things are now, brace yourself be we might be here all night."