Legacy (Legion Saga #1)

Chapter Two

"Father, can you tell me about when you found me?" Marcos asked his father.

It had been a couple hours since they had finished dinner and Max's family went home.

"You ask me that every week. You know that?" Father inquired.

"I realize that I do. But...I like to know if you remember anything. If there was anything I missed since the last time I heard."

"I understand," Father said softly. He looked at his son, who shared no resemblance at all.

"As I told you before, it was a dark and stormy night. I was coming back from the shop. It had been a long day. I just wanted to get home, have some food, and go to sleep. But, that didn't happen.

"When I entered the house, I heard your mother in the room. She was making soothing sounds-calming sounds-as if she was talking to a baby. Well, I knew it wasn't Nick that she was talking to. She stopped talking to him like that a few months ago, so I went to the room.

"What I saw surprised me. Your mother was sitting on the bed holding a baby. He had dark eyes and even darker hair." Father looked at Marcos. "She was holding you." He looked down at his hands, wringing them together, remembering Marcos' mother.

"When I took a step towards her, she looked at me and smiled. She said 'Look, look at who I found. Isn't he wonderful?' I looked at you and asked 'Where did he come from?' 'He was given to us. By a wonderful man. His name is Marcos.' I didn't know what else to say. So I just smiled and nodded." Father looked back at Marcos.

"When I questioned her about the man that gave you to us, she just said that she didn't see his face. He had a hood on and had a deep voice. He had a long white beard that hung down to his chest. She said that he was tall. That's all she could see of him.

"He told her 'He is destined for greatness. He will be the only one standing between us and the inevitable.' After that, he leaped onto his horse-a black stallion that was one with the night-and rode off."

"Is there nothing else?" Marcos asked.

"No, that is it. After that night, we raised you as if we had given life to you ourselves. We treated you as if you were our own blood." Marcos was silent, as he always was after being told this story.

"Why would they give me up? Didn't they want me? Wouldn't they want to be part of their child's life? Especially if their kid is supposedly 'destined for greatness?'"

"Maybe that's why they gave you up," Nick said. "Maybe they were afraid for your safety, so they gave you up to try and get you away from that destiny. So you could be safe. Maybe they wanted you, but had to give you up so you could be safe."

"Maybe...I'd like to have at least known their faces," Marcos said solemnly.

"That's enough for one night," Father said as he stood up. "It's time for us to get some sleep. Good night." He turned away and went to his room.

"Good night, Father," Marcos and Nick said in unison.

They sat in silence for a few minutes

"Marcos, do you wish you were with your real family instead of us?"

"At times I'll wish that I was with my blood family." He looked at Nick. "But no matter what. This is my real family. This is my family." He put a hand on Nick's shoulder. "You are my family."

"And you're mine," he said smiling. "I know that it might be wrong, but I'm glad that your family gave you up. I couldn't have asked for a better brother."

Marcos smiled. "I'm going to bed. Good night, Nick."

"Good night." Marcos walked off to his room.