Destiny Calls:Genesis

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Normal POV

Thunderan Territory

The queen watched as her husband made their child undergo basic novice warrior training since he turned 14.
He had grown quite nicely over the few years.
A perk of having demons as both parents.
She watched his smaller body gracefully evade the attacks of her husband.
4ft8 in height, lithe body, pale skin with white hair.
Her son definitely deserved to be applauded because he inherited both Lady Lera and lord Thundra's innate battle skills.

But one thing was off and it ticked the female warrior off.
Every now and then, she would see odd characteristics in the boy.

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When Zeddein was born, he had grown remarkably. Sitting, crawling and walking early and every one assumed that the child would speak early as well.
But for some odd reason the child had never uttered a word or made even a little squeak despite the fact that he was far above the age of 2.
He turned 3 and still remained silent.
Lady Lera wept because she assumed that the child had turned out to be mute.

'Mother?'

she heard a scratchy voice inside her head through a link that she had neither created nor felt by her.
The turned around so fast she almost knocked down the child that was closely behind her and tugging ever so lightly on the hem of her dress.
"You talk?" she asked incredulously.

'Just to you, mother'

the boys voice floated into her head again.
She let out a sob as she wrapped her arms around the boy.

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For one, Thunderans have either white, silver or sparkly black hair but for still unknown reasons, her son's white hair often became steaked with tiny traces of a pitch black and blood red colors.

Quite odd

She had first assumed that the boy had been playing with dye and then went on to assume that the boy must have inherited some strange ancestral gene.

But after multiple occurrences, she concluded that something was off with the child because, in the long line of Thundra's history, all of his family had never had odd streaks of color except some females that dyed their hair at the tips.
And last time she checked, dyed hair cannot be passed on by or as genes.

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"Son, what's wrong with your hair" Lady Lera asked her 10 year old boy.
His hair wasn't the snowy white color he was born with anymore.
This time, his snowy locks had thin almost invisible streaks of black and red scattered randomly in his head.
Zeddein looked at her and clocked his head to one side, not saying a word, only looking at his mother, confused by her words.
Lera shook her head at this and sighed, opting to just act like everything was fine.

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Another shock was when he had first manifested his demon eyes, they had black and red swirls in their white irises.
Lady Lera had nearly jumped out the window in shock but she calmed down when she remembered that she was a mother and her child was in front of her.

She asked her son to show her his demon eyes again but the 11 year old just tilted his head and stared at his mother, obviously clueless on how to do what his mother had just asked.
Lera gave up on seeing the boy's eyes thinking it was just a fluke of some sort.
She assumed that her son must have been gifted with some, strange, ancient Thunderan gift.
An ability rumored to grant the Thunderan it was gifted the ability to exhibit the magic abilities of other demonic races.

She had only read about this rare gift and began to feel elated because she thought her son was a gifted one.
But looking at the boy now, she knew it was no gift. She hadn't brought forth a pure Thunderan, she had brought forth an unknown being.

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"Thundra, what kind of creature is my son?" Lera asked her king as soon as he rounded up his training session with their son in the large courtyard.
"What sort of question is that, Lera? What kind of creature do you think he is?" Thunder growled at her
"My son isn't a pure Thunderan is he?" she tilted her head, observing him but he only sighed and said nothing.
"What did you do to my child?" she growled, silver energy pulsing in her right had that she had placed in a claw like position.
"Nothing you should worry about" Thundra sighed and made to walk past her but she wasn't having that nonsense.
"You tampered with the genes of my child!" she roared and lunged at her husband.
The thunder she had summoned slashed his chest like claws before she punched him with her right fist that was pulsing with energy.
Thundra unfurled his wings to catch himself as his wife's punch and sent him flying.
He didn't have time to recover before she jumped into the air and knocked him down to the ground with a thunder clap.
"Lera listen" Thundra tried to reason.
"I will not!" she roared
"Lightning Striker" she called out and her famous sword materialized in her hand.
Thundra sidestepped, managing to avoid her attack.
He drew his own weapon, Thunder Bolt, his battle axe.
Blocking her attacks as best he could without wounding her.

"Enough!" the dueling couple looked up to find the owner of the booming voice.
The boy was in between his parents, wings outstretched like a barrier to stop them from fighting more.
Flames were burning in his glowing tri-colored eyes, his hair had changed again and lightning was crawling on his black and red tipped wings.
Lera's anger died down immediately and she broke down.
The boy was definitely not a pure blood.
Thundra smirked at his son's appearance.
"You made mother cry" the boy hissed, lunging at his father.
"No" his mother tackled him to the ground.
"Let me avenge you mother" the boy growled, writhing in his mother's strong grip.
"He's your father. Let's go inside" she soothed the angry boy and carried him inside the house.
"I hope you're happy with what you turned my child into" Lera hissed at him through their shared link as she took her son inside.
"Soon enough, I'll be a very happy man" Thundra chuckled as he banished his weapon before walking into the palace.

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'Fix my son, Thundra" Lera hissed at Thundra
"He doesn't need to be fixed, Lera" Thundra sighed
"Why? I want a normal child" she sobbed
"Zeddein is quite a specimen and very much perfect" Thundra crossed his arms in front of him and turned to face his wife.
"Your majesty, the seer requests your presence as that of my lady and the young prince" a male servant ran in to say.
The king eyed the servant and sighed.
"Tell him we're on our way" Thundra waved the servant away looking at his wife.

Lera snarled at him and left without another word.
Thundra shrugged and went out to ready horses for himself, his wife and his son.

Lera emerged after some minutes dressed for warmth with a scowling Zeddein behind her.
He smirked at his son who only growled at him before mounting the steed he was to share with his mother.

"Why not ride with me son?" Thundra asked
"I do not share steeds with men who can make their beloved cry" the boy spat out as his mother made to mount the steed they would be sharing.

"Suit yourself. Yah!" he dug his heels into the sides of the steed, causing it to rear up with its front hooves in the air and it's strong back hooves
on the ground, before it took off.
The mother and son watched the king gallop away in his horse before the got their own horse moving.