to
answer his question his mother began to speak.
“Mykl, no one knows
why you survived. That particular spell normally kills people, only
a handful of others in the course of our history have survived it.
The spell is designed to render you unconscious and plunge you into
some sort of alternate life. It was designed to steal your will to
live.” His mother explained.
“Being our son has
given you something of an interesting education to say the very
least.” She continued with a chuckle. “Learning how to control your
thoughts and strengthen your mind must have been what helped to
save you.”
“Unfortunately it
seems to have created a block in your memory though Tristan.” His
father chimed in. “You still feel like the eight year old wretch
and you don’t seem to be able to remember anything of your former
life.”
Clearly this was the
topic that had everyone in the room on edge. Kevin shifted
uncomfortably, Eurydice’s eyes filled with tears again and his
mother wouldn’t break eye contact with him. His father’s shoulders
sagged visibly as he forced himself to continue.
“The healers are
shocked you made it out at all. For the last few days you were
unconscious it was clear that the spell was starting to eat your
will to live.”
“That is why we had
to force our way into your mind, Mykl. I’m sorry. I know it must
have been terrifying.” His mother apologized.
“It didn’t really
frighten me.” Tristan admitted. “I couldn’t feel any malice behind
it, but it did make me think I was starting to lose my mind. Father
Downing…or…well father I guess, taught me how to meditate and keep
calm.” Tristan continued to explain. “I still feel like I’m
grasping at something beyond me though. I don’t even know why I’m
telling you all this, I guess it’s just nice not to have people
screaming at you…”
At this his sister
lost all her composure and flung herself around his waist again.
The pain in his body must have subsided because this time it didn’t
hurt, even though the wind was knocked out of him again by her
over-zealous launch. He chuckled and put his arms around her,
absent-mindedly playing with her hair. His brother grinned widely
as his mothers eyes filled with tears again.
“You always do that.”
Kevin chuckled. “It’s no wonder she likes you best.”
“That’s only because
your thigh is bigger than she is.” Tristan shot back.
Everyone laughed
again as he heard his mothers’ voice inside his head again.
That’s more like the
Tristan I know.
I’m working on it. He
sent back.
His mother gasped as
everyone looked at her.
“What?” His father
asked.
“He spoke inside my
mind.” His mother replied with shock.
“He…can do that?”
Kevin asked.
“Apparently…” She
said uncertainly.
“Why, is that
strange?” Tristan asked.
“Son, you were our
first born…” His father began.
When Tristan glanced
at his older brother, his father chuckled as he continued.
“…your older brother
was from my first wife, she died years ago and then I married your mother.” He explained. “As I was saying, you were our first born and the priests didn’t think we would be able
to produce children, your mother being a unique half breed. When we
had you, there were…complications. Complications we didn’t
experience with your sister. You were born fully mortal; there
shouldn’t be any magic in you at all.”
“Maybe the priests
were wrong, father. Maybe he does have some dragon blood in him
after all.” Suggested his brother.
“I’m sorry,
um… dragon blood?”
“Mom’s part-dragon
and I am too. We can talk to each other through our minds, talk to
animals, and do a little magic….nothing too big though. Dragon
Magic isn’t what it used to be.” Eurydice explained eagerly.
“How in the hell can
you be part dragon? You both look human to me.”
Eurydice giggled as
she explained. “Tristan, Dragon Magic is ancient, older than the
priests and
answer his question his mother began to speak.
“Mykl, no one knows
why you survived. That particular spell normally kills people, only
a handful of others in the course of our history have survived it.
The spell is designed to render you unconscious and plunge you into
some sort of alternate life. It was designed to steal your will to
live.” His mother explained.
“Being our son has
given you something of an interesting education to say the very
least.” She continued with a chuckle. “Learning how to control your
thoughts and strengthen your mind must have been what helped to
save you.”
“Unfortunately it
seems to have created a block in your memory though Tristan.” His
father chimed in. “You still feel like the eight year old wretch
and you don’t seem to be able to remember anything of your former
life.”
Clearly this was the
topic that had everyone in the room on edge. Kevin shifted
uncomfortably, Eurydice’s eyes filled with tears again and his
mother wouldn’t break eye contact with him. His father’s shoulders
sagged visibly as he forced himself to continue.
“The healers are
shocked you made it out at all. For the last few days you were
unconscious it was clear that the spell was starting to eat your
will to live.”
“That is why we had
to force our way into your mind, Mykl. I’m sorry. I know it must
have been terrifying.” His mother apologized.
“It didn’t really
frighten me.” Tristan admitted. “I couldn’t feel any malice behind
it, but it did make me think I was starting to lose my mind. Father
Downing…or…well father I guess, taught me how to meditate and keep
calm.” Tristan continued to explain. “I still feel like I’m
grasping at something beyond me though. I don’t even know why I’m
telling you all this, I guess it’s just nice not to have people
screaming at you…”
At this his sister
lost all her composure and flung herself around his waist again.
The pain in his body must have subsided because this time it didn’t
hurt, even though the wind was knocked out of him again by her
over-zealous launch. He chuckled and put his arms around her,
absent-mindedly playing with her hair. His brother grinned widely
as his mothers eyes filled with tears again.
“You always do that.”
Kevin chuckled. “It’s no wonder she likes you best.”
“That’s only because
your thigh is bigger than she is.” Tristan shot back.
Everyone laughed
again as he heard his mothers’ voice inside his head again.
That’s more like the
Tristan I know.
I’m working on it. He
sent back.
His mother gasped as
everyone looked at her.
“What?” His father
asked.
“He spoke inside my
mind.” His mother replied with shock.
“He…can do that?”
Kevin asked.
“Apparently…” She
said uncertainly.
“Why, is that
strange?” Tristan asked.
“Son, you were our
first born…” His father began.
When Tristan glanced
at his older brother, his father chuckled as he continued.
“…your older brother
was from my first wife, she died years ago and then I married your mother.” He explained. “As I was saying, you were our first born and the priests didn’t think we would be able
to produce children, your mother being a unique half breed. When we
had you, there were…complications. Complications we didn’t
experience with your sister. You were born fully mortal; there
shouldn’t be any magic in you at all.”
“Maybe the priests
were wrong, father. Maybe he does have some dragon blood in him
after all.” Suggested his brother.
“I’m sorry,
um… dragon blood?”
“Mom’s part-dragon
and I am too. We can talk to each other through our minds, talk to
animals, and do a little magic….nothing too big though. Dragon
Magic isn’t what it used to be.” Eurydice explained eagerly.
“How in the hell can
you be part dragon? You both look human to me.”
Eurydice giggled as
she explained. “Tristan, Dragon Magic is ancient, older than the
priests and
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