Pay the Price

Chapter 16- Late Night Outings

Late at night, Christopher decided to find a way to leave the house for a bit. He wasn't allowed to leave without someone because of his vision and his foot, but he wanted to leave. He had someone he wanted to see, and he needed to get out.

However, Myrah had locked his door, and he didn't have a key. He looked to the window, noticing that there was only a latch that kept it locked. And Christopher knew how to unlatch it.

'Perfect.' He thought, putting on the black jumper he owned, then pulled the hood over his head, and he grabbed a crutch so he could walk. He opened the window, slowly climbing out and keeping his toes on the outside of the window sill.

Once he was fully out of the room, he carefully closed the window, making sure no sound was made. Then he inhaled deeply, jumped down, shapeshifting into cat before he hit the ground. He shapeshifted back to himself, then started running.

Christopher held many secrets. Secrets that the Zandailias' had beaten out of him, but his family didn't know. Some that he himself didn't know. Christopher was never meant to be in the Aetos family; Connor and Myrah were meant to be twins. The existence of another brought Christopher into the world earlier than he was meant to be for a reason he didn't understand.

He was a shapeshifter, both with animals and people. He could hear everything, he could smell everyone, he knew more than what met the eye. Another one that his family didn't know; Christopher Aetos wasn't even human.

He embraced the night, nearing the Forbidden Place. There was someone there that no one could bring to him. No matter how hard they tried. He jumped over the back fence when he got there, inhaling deeply as he tried to get his breath back.

Taking a few moments to breathe smoothly and for his heartrate to go back to its regular beat, he stood there. The cool air of the night blew against his face, and it felt so nice against his skin. He loved it. Then he looked forward where a sword stuck out of the ground. A grave.

No name was on the grave, no date of birth or of death, not a single word. Just the sword. But Christopher knew exactly to whom it belonged. Mason Zandailias. Two and a half years prior, on his thirteenth birthday, Christopher watched Mason die. He was young, only ten years old, and died at the hands of Marcus and Maria. His own parents.

Slowly, Christopher approached the sword, kneeling down on the ground. He reached over to grab a stone, starting to carve into it.

'In memory of: Mason Intan Zandailias'
'Born: 13/01/1958 Died: 29/12/1968'
'He was never a curse'

Then he rested the stone in front of the sword. Mason was a friend to Christopher, someone who helped him survive. He was the third child of the Zandailias', the second being Andreas, the first being a boy who also vanished fifteen years ago. Isiah Zandailias.

Mason Zandailias was called a curse by his parents, almost each day of his life. He was able to see the fates of those around him, as well as his own, and was able to grow steel nails at his will. He was born with those abilities. He would've discovered more of his magic and his identity had his parents not taken his life those years ago.

Out of respect, Christopher pulled his hood down, and bowed his head, closing his eyes. Then he began to speak in an ancient language.

"Mason, I'm so sorry I haven't visited your grave in the past years, but I've finally escaped. I will be here as much as I can now. I've made a blood oath, and I will make another one. No child deserves to go through what you did, and especially not you. I will burn the world you knew to the ground and do to your parents what they did to you." He whispered, keeping his head bowed, clasping his hands together. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to the ground.