Hidden Evil: Book One In The Sons Of Necrom Series

Chapter Five: I'm A What?

Chapter Five: I'm A What?

    “I-It’s a long story, Ryan. I really don't know where to start.” Mom said, fidgeting with the tips of her sleeves.

We were seated in the living room with the TV muted.
Obviously Mom knew about the tattoos and every thing else.

The question was; Why?

Why didn't she tell me?
Why didn't she at least tell me why Dad’s tattoos suddenly appeared on my back?

I needed answers.
    
      “Start at the beginning, Mom. Please,” I urged.
Mom sighed as she ran her hands through her hair.
Then she began.
    
     “Ryan, the truth is,” Mom sighed again,“I am nearly two hundred years old.”

WHAT?!
   
     “WHAT?!,” I yelled, nearly jumping out of my seat in shock.
    
     “You see,” Mom continued, ignoring my outburst,“I wasn't exactly a human child. My mother was a witch and my father —who I never met by the way —was a demon. So I was born a Raven Claw; a creature with the ability to see demons in their true form, influence the growth and development of the human body and supreme control of magic in all forms, either light or dark. I didn't have a lot of friends, due to the fact that I was supposedly a child of darkness, which I was, though I didn't know it then.
     
     “On the eve on my nineteenth birthday, my mother died, so all I had left was my sister, Cassandra and tattoos of ravens with a bright flame in the middle. I wandered the earth for two hundred years, searching the earth for my father, until I met your father,” Mom paused, continuing to twirl the helm of her sleeves.
  “You see, I was instantly attracted to Liam. He was an enigma, a person that thrilled and confused me at the very same time, and at two hundred and nineteen, it wasn't exactly easy to find a person like that. Unsurprisingly, we fell in love and got married in the next three months.
On our wedding night, he revealed his true identity to me.”
      “Liam was from another realm, one known as Norkonvcus. A realm of creatures humans of this realm consider to be nothing but myths. Ghouls, werewolves, vampires, wizards and even trolls existed in that plane, with dragons the rulers of that realm. He was the son of Necrom, the king and ruler of all of Norkonvcus.”
    
       “Wait, Dad was a dragon?”, I asked, scratching my chin in confusion.

       “Actually, he was only part dragon, and his mother was a white witch, which made him the first human spawn of Necrom. This made him unable to fit in with his larger brothers and sisters, despite the fact that he was the heir to the throne, due to his diminutive size and strength compared to them. He was called names and  treated like a piece of crap, all because he wasn't full dragon. With the help of his mother, he escaped and came to this realm, which he knew as Atlas.”

Whoa.

Mind.
Officially.
Blown.

    “But wait, Dad's the dragon's son, right? What does that have to do with me?”, I asked in confusion.
    “Well, the ongoing theory is, when a dragon has a human child, a birthmark concerning the child's heritage is imprinted on the child at birth. This tattoos give the child the abilities and attributes of a dragon despite being in human form. Once the child eventually dies, the powers inherited will then be transferred to his or her offspring, which in this case means you.”

Oh.
My.
God.

    “So what does this make me? ” I queried.
  
    “You, my dear son, are a Firebreather.” Mom replied, smiling at me in a I love my son sort of way.
“Which means you get the ability to control fire, electricity and get telekinesis.” Mom finished.