The Devotion of The Sun

Chapter Three

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'Not a single candle or lamp,' he notices a big golden yellow book on a table. He approaches it, and slowly opens it to the first page, where he sees a being with horns like his, wings like his, sharp canines, and strange eyes. The book is in the same strange language as the red bound book that he had borrowed from the library. 'The sun spirit, son of the solar god,' he reads.

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He notices on the next page there are some kinds of directions for magic, simple light magic. 'Focus the heat in your veins to the tip of your fingers, focus on one or two fingers, and be careful not to focus too much heat.' he does as instructed, and produces a small ball of light.

"Hah," he makes a small laugh of surprise and awe. 'It's quite pretty,' he looks back at the page. 'To distribute it, go to the stands that resemble where a candle stick would go, and simply wave the light over the top,' he reads. He does as it says, going to the metal stands, and he waves the light over it.

A ball of light stays as he walks to the next. 'Now that I can see, I can start cleaning.' He searches the rooms for a broom, duster, mop, bucket, rags, and eventually he finds them all in a dusty dark room. He notices a large object on top of a table covered by white cloth. He also notices the abundance of fabric pilling from wall to wall. He approaches the sheet covered table.

He swiftly pulls off the sheet, and he lights up. "Oh, it's beautiful," he gazes at the vintage sewing machine, similar to the one his mother used to use. She never let him near it since he's a boy, but he has always wanted to try it out. He knows how to use it well enough, seeing that he always watched her very closely. He sees a note. 'Power with mana'.

He powers it and turns it on before checking to see if anythings broken. 'I can't wait to try this out, but first, i should clean,'

He picks up the cleaning supplies and returns to the living room, where he begins to scrub the windows, dust the house, sweep and mop the floor, clean the fireplace, scape off the weathered old paint, before spending hours making more and repainting.

Soon enough, the house is spotless. 'I'm rather surprised by the way this house was designed. There's a working water system with clean drinkable water, but there's no heating for it... which isn't really important to me seeing as cold water is warm with my body temperature... I wonder how Lucas and Alice are doing,' he worries about his younger siblings.

He smiles softly. 'I'm sure Bella is doing fine, though she's probably upset that I won't be able to talk to her about those fantasy novels anymore... well, maybe not, she didn't like me that much...' he looks out the window. It's dark out. 'I swear... if mother and father... Delilah and robert... if they lay a single finger on my brother and sister I'll kill them.'

He walks to a room that has stained glass windows, and he dispels the light orbs. He climbs in bed, he doesn't bother going under the covers since his temperature is already so hot. His wings spread out slightly.

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Days pass by, soon weeks, he learns how to use his magic better, he trains himself, makes his body stronger for the day when he sees the two which left him for dead in this forest.

He practices one of his abilities. Heating up metal and bending it, starting small, he decides to make himself an earring. 'Normally it would look weird in our town for a male to wear jewelry other than a marital band, however, why should I care? I'm not even human,' he infuses some of the sun's energy into the silver, a very minimal amount, around the size of a grain of sand.

The silver turns golden. 'Hopefully, since I infused some of the sun's energy, it should be able to stab through my skin...' last time he tried, the metal melted. 'Now for the painful part...' he looks into a mirror making sure the placement is right as he stabs it through his ear. He sees his blood. 'What on earth...?' his blood is glowing, it looks like lava or something.

The piercing sears itself, healing around the earring. 'Now for the other ear,' he does the same to his other ear and then admires the two small hoops in his ears. He smiles. Suddenly, a root wraps itself around his ankle tugging him somewhere. 'Odd... the roots are trying to lead me somewhere...' knowing that the forest doesn't seem to want to hurt him, he follows, and it leads him outside.

The roots lead him towards a clearing not far from the cottage, he sees many strange glowing red, orange, and yellow flowers, and a large glowing red tree. He immediately senses something about it. 'Its a solar tree, a tree the sun god himself grew ten thousand years ago.' It's the prime source of heat that keeps the daughters of Ava alive during the winter. His thoughts are interrupted by the soft sound of twine stretching.

He turns around and to his surprise he sees a woman, a spirit. The first spirit he's seen since he was abandoned in this forest, he gazes at her taking in her appearance, she has tangled long black hair, and violet eyes the same color as deadly nightshade that are staring at him intently as if he's some kind of alien species.

She has a pair of small horns on her head that look similar to deer horns by the texture and color. Her bow is still stretched and ready to fire at him. 'She's beautiful,' he gazes at her, her eyes, her expression.

"Hello," she flinches upon hearing his voice. Roots begin to lightly lead her hands lower, leading her to lower her bow. 'Her bow is made of livewood branches and twine, and her eyes... they look like the illustration, she must be a forest spirit.' he recognizes. 'Her eyes have a ring around their iris...'

She slowly and hesitantly puts her bow away. "Your eyes," she gazes at him. 'His sclera is pitch black, it's like a void, it's like his iris is floating amongst the dark... what is he...' she thinks to herself. "You're not a forest spirit, neither a water spirit, nor a human..."

"They look scary, don't they?" he asks, knowing that his eyes are abnormal even for a spirit. "If you'd like, I can cover them,"

"No, don't cover them. Don't." she says, stepping closer towards him. "What are you?"

"I can't be certain, I was human not too long ago, but then I changed," he explains. "I believe i've been turned into a solar spirit,"

"A solar spirit..." she reaches up to his face, she gazes at him. 'He's warm... very warm,' she wants to feel his warmth, it's as if something is pulling her towards him. "Tell me, how old are you?" she asks.

"I am 14, how old are you?" he asks as she moves his hair out of his face, examining him closely.

"13," she touches the tips of his pointed ears, his horns, before turning her attention to his beautiful white wings. "You, solar spirit, where are you staying? You don't look like you sleep outside, like forest spirits do," she asks as she feels the feathers.

"My name is Damien, and would you like me to show you where?" he asks.

Her nose scrunches slightly. "Damien, I don't like that name, it doesn't fit you at all," she makes his wings extend with her hands.

"Then what name do you think would fit me, if not the name Damien?"

She thinks for a moment as she looks at him, before a name comes to mind. "Milo," she says. "Im calling you Milo from now on, now take me to your house Milo,"

He smiles slightly, actually liking the name. "Milo, i like it,"