The Scion

Daniel

As he made his way to the plane Daniel felt a knot turn in his stomach as a pang of pain passed through him as he left his aunt behind. He felt bad leaving after spending the last ten years with her in which he had grown fonder of her than he had been before. He had met his aunt before when he was nine and when his mother had introduced her as the aunt from Britain who she trusted the most with anything. Daniel had been very cold towards her then but he had been unable to resist the pure awesomeness she seemed to ooze. She had been the one who had taught him most of his supernatural knowledge of wizards, witches, vampires, werewolves, the Chubacabra and other mythical creatures. He had used the information for his assignment that summer and he had been given an F by his teacher who said that his topic was very uninteresting and lacked any solid evidence like assignments on geology did. His aunt had laughed and had said, "Well, she doesn't know that you come from a family of magic."

The voice over the speakers announced his flight and he looked back to his aunt who hadn't left yet and was waving him goodbye. Daniel made his way to the tunnel that led off to his plane but he blew Aunt Meredith a kiss before moving off. He was told his seat by the flight attendant who was a Hispanic woman with black hair that was tired into a small bun on her head. He found his seat easily enough and he was glad that he had gotten there before whoever he was sitting with arrived. After putting his baggage in the compartment above he settled down and began to do a mantra he had learned the first time he had flown. He was flying with his father and his dad had taught him a simple chant that would guarantee him safety it was in an language Daniel did not understand but his father told him it was Latin and he had felt reassured because he had known, even at a young age, that Latin was a powerful language because it was spoken in church. " Do you do that all the time ," A voice asked and he looked up to see a girl who was standing in the aisle , hands akimbo, with her face fixed in that face of utter amusement . She had brunette hair that matched her hazel eyes .Her cheekbones were well shaped like those of a model except that this girl didn't seem to care about how she looked. She wore a black skirt that was only short enough to cover part of her thighs and that was all. The girl had on a blouse that had the words; I LUV GOETHEJ. "I don't like it when people look at me like zombies without wanting to say anything," She said still looking at him without having changed her posture. Daniel said, "I'm sorry, what had you said?" She laughed a low laugh that made Daniel's heart do somersaults because she sounded like an angel , if the angel was a Goth at least , which made his palms sweaty . He hated it when he met beautiful girls but somehow always seemed to become tongue-tied. "My name is Minerva," She said offering her hand to him to shake. He shook her hand and stammered his name, "Da... Dani ... Daniel." Minerva smiled and Daniel had to look away to avoid eye contact with her. They were told to buckle in for take-off and Daniel did his mantra at a lower volume than he had done before and when they finally passed the turbulence and were finally in the air he stopped and opened his eyes to find Minerva looking at him with a smile on her face , "First time flying ?" she asked him . "No, I just don't like the take-off; it scares me that's all."

"You don't look like the kind of guy who would be afraid of anything,"

"Well, not everything is what it seems."

"So why were you in Britain?"

"I live there, rather, I lived there. I'm moving back to the states to live with my uncle."

"You don't sound like someone who has been in Britain long, you don't have an accent, were here for like a holiday?"

"No, I moved when I was thirteen, so it's been a short time and I couldn't get an accent in just ten years."

"Sounds plausible."

"Why were you there?"

"Holiday with my mom and her boyfriend."