To the Sky (The Pack ff)

Chapter 5: 'Gedref, the mage with the power of water.'

A small, young boy sits in a house. It's a big house with many rooms that no one uses, but what do you expect when your dad is a king.

Of course, this house was small compared to the castle he used to live in but they had moved here mere days ago and he was honestly thankful for the downsize.

Cardended was where the house was situated and it had just him and his mother in it. He had asked over and over why his father or sister weren't with them but his mother hadn't told him.

She had just said that they would be here soon and that they were safe. He had noticed that she told him they were safe a lot and, even though he was young, he that she wasn't sure, especially with the way she would tuck a piece of her shiny, brown hair around her hair and check if someone was listening or watching them every ten seconds.

He knew they weren't safe either. He knew that they were like sitting ducks.

There were nasty people in the world, people that killed people like him and his mother. Especially people like him.

"Gedref, what is troubling you?"

The boy looks to his side, where a small, jet black creature sits. He is the size of a small dog but looks more like a lizard, which technically he was. He was a dragon, still only young but ten times wiser than the boy could ever be.

"Why do you call me that?" He asks, fiddling with his fingers in front of him. He had always been called Gedref by the creature and he never dared to ask why.

"It is your name, Prince." The dragon, Althalos, claimed.

"No, it isn't. My name is Vikk."

"Amongst certain people your name is Gedref."

Vikk is confused. He is only five, he has only ever left his kingdom once and that was days ago.

"How do they know who I am?" He questions, looking over to Althalos. His brown eyes show fear and uncertainty, though hope is shown through scarce but bright flecks of blue.

"So much has been written of you that you are yet to read."

"I can't read." He states, stretching his legs in front of him and towards the warming fire. He wants to question why or how people write about him but he knows that the answer he will get will be cryptic and he doesn't have time for that.

"Exactly, but you know your destiny is important. You are Gedref, the mage with the power of water."

Vikk abruptly stands, he doesn't stand much taller than the young dragon but it is enough to make it easy to ignore him as he walks away and out of the room.

He doesn't want a great destiny, he just wants to be normal. Never did he ask to be born with magic in his blood or water in his bones. Why would anyone ask to be hunted for all their life?

As he descends the stairs he hears fumbling and crashing and as he turns the corner he sees a group of four or five men holding his mother down.

"Mum!" He screams, running towards them. He knows he has no chance, he is a child but he has to try. He would never be able to forgive himself if he didn't.

"No! Vikk, run!" He ignores his mothers shouts as he launches himself at one of the men's backs.

He racks his brain for spells that could help but his knowledge is so basic and his elemental power is no where near safe enough. He isn't strong enough to control it yet.

"Dolore capitis!" He screams, in a sad attempt to defeat the men. Though his eyes flash gold and the magic works, he forgot completely to direct it and it is useless.

It doesn't take long for them to be holding onto him as well and he can't help but wonder where Althalos is as he is being carried down the street, many people staring at them with disbelief and others crying and screaming for the family members that have been taken from them.

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The pain was almost unbearable. He ached in his gums and eyes but his cheeks were burning and every time he breathed it felt like his lips and nose were going to be torn apart, as if they weren't enough already.

He didn't understand why they had to do that to him.

He didn't understand why he was here or who these people were. Many of them were also cut like him but theirs were already healing, there was no children and he wanted to know why.

Why? That's all he could think.

"Vikk, baby." He looks and sees his mother with bandages over her face. He can see the blood soaking through and the tears she is trying to hold back.

"It hurts, mummy. It hurts." He cries, tears stinging his wounds and making it hurt even more.

"It's okay, darling. Do you remember what I said to you if anything ever happened?" She places her cold hands against his shoulders, leaving bloody handprints on his loose, white top.

"Remember," he takes a shaky breath, "basic spells and control. Stay out of the way and don't make a spectacle. I'll be okay, I can get away." Tears are streaming freely and it's making the pain excruciating.

"Yes, and I love you, always. Okay?"

He nods, his mouth filling with blood from his cuts and he starts to choke.

He is coughing and sputtering for so long that he doesn't notice his mother is gone.

He searches and searches, screaming for her but she isn't there. She's gone.

The room starts to get dark and he wants out, he doesn't like the dark. He is a Prince, he shouldn't be here.

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"Igniculus." He whispers, a fire starting on the pile of twigs in front of him.

It's risky, he knows, and he has to stay quiet.

He has no idea how long he was in there, he doesn't even know how old he is anymore but he's out and if he's careful he can survive on his own and be free.

Over the time in the camp he had learned how to control all his powers but he felt nothing.

His emotions had long been beaten out of him and all his decisions were purely instinctual.

He was long gone but maybe he could fix himself. After all, he still had hope for his sister and father, even his mother. They were alive and he would find them.

But first, he had to find Althalos.

He had to find him and kill him.

He was supposed to protect him, not leave him to die at the hands of mere mortals.

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This was pretty dark...

This is the story of Vikk.

I'm pretty sure I mentioned that this story was loosely based off Merlin and Vikk is like Merlin but an elemental too and a Prince haha.

He's really special, basically.

Chapter 6 sneak peek:

'But I know my friends all think I'm living such a lie
But the lie they think I'm living gets me high
It's the gift that keeps on giving.' - Air Guitar by Mcbusted

Baiiiiiii!!!!