Mythics

More Than One Part 1

Chapter 10

Bellamy didn't get a chance to question Morgin further as they were interrupted by a young elf boy who kept glancing at Bellamy in awe.

So Morgin left, mumbling about "something important in need of his attention". The last thing he said to Bellamy before he left was which house was his.

Bellamy sat in the church for several more minutes, thinking about what Morgin said; the last Alpha died twenty years ago. His name was Dalen Ward, your father.

Bellamy had always known he was unusual, the other Mythics who helped him keep off the human's radar said as much.

But he never realized how valuable he was, and judging by the care Mikael took to making sure Bellamy stayed alive, they knew as well.

Come to think of it Bellamy knew very little of the ways of his people except that they were proud and most will not agree with Morgin's plan of peace simply out of spite.

With that Bellamy stood up and walked out of the church; the sun had finally revealed it's rays through puffy white clouds and warmed his pale skin. The dragon could feel people staring at him in passing. He wanted desperately to run, to go back to the way it was before he started running; up until he was thirteen, Bellamy lived in a boy's home. It was before anyone knew what he was, but he was bullied by the other boys for his size and facial features just the same.

The same boy that retrieved Morgin was standing a little ways off, peering shyly from around the corner of a building.

"What is it, kid?" The question made the boy shrink back a little more.

"Master instructed me to take you to your house to get cleaned up for the ceremony tonight." he breathed; despite being young the child was already almost as tall as the average human, making Bellamy smile to himself. It's good to be back among my own kind, even if I have to put up with a few humans. 

"What's your name?" Bellamy asked.

"Aiden, sir."

Bellamy's smile faded a little at the title 'sir', he wasn't used to such respect.

Aiden led him behind the main row of houses, each varying in size and color, to reveal the largest of them all; it was a classic, two-story farmhouse with a roof and chimney that was in desperate need of repair, there were sturdy pillars on the front porch and steps leading up to the second story. The white paint that peeled at the edges gave it a rundown yet rustic charm to it.

"We tried our best to salvage it ever since we found out that you were the son of an Alpha, Morgin wanted you to live in something grand."

"Really." Bellamy mumbled mostly to himself before turning back to Aiden. "That ceremony you mentioned, what is it?"

"You mean you don't know?" Aiden adopted a pleased, if not superior, expression, as if he was glad of Bellamy's ignorance so he could be the one to explain. "The ceremony is from Mythic tradition; it is normally reserved for when the child of the Alpha is born, but since you're already a grown up Morgin made some changes to the ceremony. Anyway, it's supposed to be a grand affair, like Christmas, with food and dancing and grown ups doing grown-upy things."

Bellamy laughed at the last part; he had no doubt what the "grown-upy" things would be.