THE RED KING - JACAERYS VALERYON [MALE OC]

MYLO WYLLT • 12

backstory chapter for my favvv

THE RED KING◽️. #mature audiences only.

Mylo Wyllt was not an ordinary child. From a young age, his silver hair and piercing blue eyes set him apart, and a certain intensity in his gaze hinted at something more beneath the surface. His mother, Queen Elara, couldn't help but feel a subtle unease around him, a fear she couldn't fully articulate but felt deeply.

  Mylo's relationship with his younger sister Mia was distant, a gap created by Elara's careful separation of the two. Whenever they played together, Elara would find a reason to intervene, gently but firmly keeping them apart. This constant separation made it hard for them to grow close, leaving a quiet chasm between the siblings.

  As Mylo grew older, peculiar events began to follow him, hinting at a power that lay dormant within him. It started with small, inexplicable occurrences. At seven, Mylo would often sit in the citadel's grand library, lost in the ancient tomes that fascinated him. His favorite spot was an old leather chair by the window, where sunlight bathed the pages in a warm glow.

  One afternoon, as he read about the legendary Valyrian houses, he imagined dragons soaring through the skies. A faint red aura began to shimmer around his hands, and, without his knowledge, several books floated gently into the air, circling him.

  Aurora Faye, who often joined him in the library, was the first to notice. "Mylo," she whispered, her voice a mix of awe and concern. "Look."

  Startled, Mylo snapped out of his trance. The red aura vanished, and the books dropped with a soft thud. He stared at his hands, wide-eyed. "Did I... do that?"

  Aurora nodded, her eyes wide. "I think you did. How?"

  "I don't know," he murmured, barely audible. "It just happened."

  As time passed, these incidents became more frequent. Mylo would drift off into thought, and objects around him would start to float or move. Initially, he was scared, but soon curiosity overtook fear. He began experimenting, trying to understand his mysterious abilities.

  One evening, after a taxing training session with his father, King Daeron, Mylo retreated to his chambers. He sat on his bed, staring at his hands, willing them to reveal the power he felt.

  The red aura appeared again, and a small ornate box on his bedside table lifted into the air. A knock at the door snapped him back to reality, and the box clattered to the table. His mother, Queen Elara, entered, her eyes softening as she saw the worry on his face.

  "Mylo, are you alright?" she asked, sitting beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

  He hesitated, then nodded. "I think so. Mother, something strange is happening to me."

  Elara listened intently as Mylo recounted the strange occurrences. She had heard rumors of such powers, abilities rare and often feared. "Mylo, you must be careful," she said softly. "These powers... they can be a gift, but also dangerous if not controlled. I don't fully understand them, but you should keep them secret."

  "But why do I have them? What does it mean?" Mylo asked, his voice trembling.

  Elara sighed, pulling him into a comforting embrace. "I don't know, my son. But we will find out together. For now, keep this between us. There are those who would fear and seek to control such power."

  Mylo nodded, feeling both relieved and apprehensive. He trusted his mother's wisdom, though he didn't fully grasp the implications of his powers. As he drifted to sleep that night, he resolved to master his abilities, so they would not control him.

  Aurora and Felix, Mylo's closest friends, were the only others who knew about his powers. They had witnessed the first manifestations and helped him practice in secret. Aurora's quick wit and calm nature balanced Mylo's adventurous spirit, while Felix's strength and loyalty provided steadfast support.

  One day, while practicing in a secluded courtyard, Mylo accidentally showcased his powers in a spectacular way. He was demonstrating his growing control by levitating a series of small stones. As his concentration deepened, the red aura around his hands intensified, and suddenly, a gust of wind swirled around them. The stones rose higher and began to spin rapidly, forming a glowing red vortex. Aurora and Felix watched in awe, their eyes wide with astonishment.

  "That's incredible, Mylo," Felix said, admiration clear in his voice. "But you have to be careful. If anyone else sees this..."

  "I know," Mylo replied, his voice steady but focused. "That's why we practice here. I need to learn control."

  With each passing day, Mylo's powers grew, and with them, the weight of responsibility. He knew that one day he would have to reveal his abilities to the world, and he wanted to be ready. But for now, he would continue to learn and practice, with his friends by his side, navigating the mysteries of his extraordinary gift.