The Devil's Son

Reunited

Jason smiled. "Everything's fine Drake." We made our way through the street, ignoring the stares of pedestrians. "Mage Hunters have been giving us some trouble, but nothing we can't handle!" Jason said, glancing at me from the corner of his eye. I sighed. Dang Mage Hunters. Still after me. "They haven't gotten in, have they?" Jason shook his head. "We've managed to keep them out. Their really determined to kill you." I sighed. "That I'm not supprised." Jason nodded. "So what have you been up too?" I sighed. "Just traveling. I've discovered a few temples just west of here. Other than that, nothing too interesting. I'm headed home to finish my potion." Jason blinked. "Drake, you've been at that potion for years now! No Mage has ever drank it and survived! What makes you think-" I glared at him. "I have to try! I don't care how long it takes! I will finish it! I won't die!" Jason sighed. "Well, don't say I didn't warn you. Good luck Drake. Your gonna need it."

I sighed and shouldered my pack. Jason is wrong.  I told myself. I can do this. I fingered the glass bottle in my pocket. "Bye Hazel!" I called as I exited the city. "Bye Drake!" She called back, waving in farewell. I nodded and passed through the gates into the forest. It wasn't long before I came across a small stream on the bottom of a trench. Kind of like the one Grayson jumped off of. Dammit Drake. I scolded myself. Don't think of the past. Even after all these years, my memories were like a minefield. Stumble over one and I'm stumbling like an idiot. I telliported myself across the gap. I'd gotten used to telliporting myself places. These days I can't even touch water. I made my way past some boulders and started climbing the rocky wall. I made it to the top only to find a campsite. I looked around the small clearing. A sleeping bag lay next to a backpack. A fireplace was in the shade of a huge tree. I made my way to the fireplace and stuck my hand in the embers. Hmm....they were still hot. If I wasn't Herobrine's son I would have burned my hand off. Suddenly I heard a voice gasp my name. I turned to find myself looking at an elf. Her green eyes were wide with supprise, blonde hair waving in the wind. Pink highlights framed her delicate features. She wore a brown long sleeved shirt, pink vest, pink skirt, white tights and brown boots. The thing was, I knew her. "Miya?!" I asked, casually wiping the ashes off my hand. "Um...hi." She blinked. "Hi." She said finally, eyeing me warily. Then she did the most unexpected thing. She hugged me. "Oh my God Drake." She said, breaking away from me. "It's been years!" I smiled nervously. "Ya. I guess it has." She frowned. "What's wrong?" She asked, looking behind her. I blinked. "Your not...mad?" I didn't really know how to word it. Everyone who sees me runs. Does she know....? Miya stared at me. "Why on Earth would I be mad at you?" I rubbed my arm uncomfortably. Her eyes followed my gaze to my arm. Burnt on it was a symbol-⚡️. My scar. Birthmark. All Brians have it. "That's the Cultist symbol." She said with a frown. "Why is it burnt on your arm?" Oh. I'd forgotten it was the Cultist symbol too. I sighed. "Birthmark." I mumbled, looking down. She was silent. "Oh." She said finally, looking worried. "Your not... One of them, are you?" I looked up at her. "No." I said, looking her straight in the eye. "I'm not." Miya broke into a smile. "That's great!" Miya cheered. "I knew you wouldn't turn! I just knew it!" I smiled. At least someone believes in me. "So what have you been up to Miya?" I asked casually. She shrugged. "Not much. Traveling." I nodded. "Mostly trying to convince Grayson that you couldn't have turned." She added, looking embarrassed. I laughed. "At least someone believes me." She frowned. "What do you mean?" I sighed. "Every time I go into a town or city..." I faltered, looking at her worriedly. Miya put her hand on my shoulder. "What is it?" She asked softly. I shut my eyes. "They shoot me. Try to kill me. Anywhere I go I have to wear a cloak so no one recognizes me. Half the time it doesn't even work." I heard Miya gasp. I opened my eyes and looked at her. Her green eyes were huge. It took me a second to realize she was looking at something behind me. I turned and found myself face to face with my father. "Hello Nico." He said, ignoring Miya. I glared at him. "I already told you. No. Leave me alone." He sneered. "I'm not asking your permission Nico. You-will-join us. One way or the other. This is your last warning." With that, he erupted into flame, charring the front of my shirt. "Drake!" Miya gasped, running up to me. "Are you ok?!?" She tried to take of my T-shirt, but I ducked out of her reach and eyed my shirt. "To bad my shirt isn't as flame-proof as I am." I said, laughing at her expression. She glared at me. "This is not funny! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" I shrugged. "It's not my fault my dad likes dramatic exits." The angry expression died. "Your dad." She muttered. "Right." I shrugged. "He's been trying to get me to join him ever since Grayson-" I winced. It was hard to even speak his name without the pain of his betrayal. Miya nodded in understanding. "You want to stay here tonight?" I blinked. "Sure. That is- if you don't mind." She smiled "Of course I don't mind." She sat on her sleeping bag and frowned. "I wish I had an extra sleeping bag." She muttered. I laughed. "I have my own." I told her. "Oh." She replied, smiling. I summoned magic in my hand and created a sleeping bag. Laying in it, I smiled. "This is nice." I commented, glancing at Miya. She stared at me with wide eyes. I laughed. "I use my magic to store things." I explained, "it's easier than using a backpack, for me anyway, and nothing can be stolen." She nodded. "Cool." I yawned and fell asleep to the sound of birds.