Dust and Shadows

Chapter four: Nathan

                                                             Four

                                                      ∏ Nathan ∏

"I can't tell if it's killing me or it's making me stronger."

Born with powers was always my gift. I was born into a creature that was not humane since the very start.

"I can't tell if it's killing me or it's making me stronger."

I was called monster, I did things normal humans wouldn't have been able to do. I was something that humans feared of.

"I can't tell if it's killing me or it's making me stronger."

Looking so much like those annoying mortals... but having one of two differences, eye color, skin color or even wings.

"I can't tell if it's killing me or it's making me stronger."

Magic, chants, demons, contracts, blood... all were part of me

"No...It's only making me worse."

I was a monster... born from one of hell's deepest crusts, made from another hell's creature. I was made a monster to live hiding away from humans and live alongside other monsters.

Warlocks are very easy to find, all of them have bright yellow eyes. A few Warlocks wear contact lenses but usually we go around with our eyes the way they are, many are proud of having such powers. Warlocks cannot have children, at least not female warlocks, though male warlocks may have children if they mate with a human. Some of us are made with magic, the human body is put into a magic circle drawn by a warlock and at least two or more warlocks have to be there for the chanting. Blood is then sacrificed; the warlock cuts their skin letting his/her blood on the human that will turn into a warlock. Once this is done the chanting continues and a new warlock is born, this warlock will be totally bound to the owner of the blood.

I was the case in which you are born from a human, or so called mundane. Once my mother got to know my terrible existence and my bright yellow eyes she freaked out but somehow she got used to me. She started teaching me about magic and other important things I needed to know that would help me. She taught me our native language and she was pretty much my teacher, my father only inspected my learning every once in a while. Once my mom reached her limit in teaching me my father took over and the training became even severe and worse. My father was one of the best warlocks worldwide, he wanted that pride to continue and he did his best to make me the best warlock. Soon after I left my family's safety and decided to live alone, annoyed by the fact that my father was being too over protective and annoying, I was in teenage stage, let me be. I lived with them until I was ten years old, in mundane age it would be five hundred years. Warlocks age very slowly, a great advantage for us. Though it gave me the bad advantages that the mundane wouldn't let me buy food or get any furniture unless I had a parent besides me. So I decided to make my life less complicated, borrow all the stuff. From then on my house was full of fancy food and fancy furniture, all for free and perfectly taken care of. If broken I borrowed even better stuff.

I was sitting down on the edge of my bed when my phone started ringing.

"Yes." I said not even caring to look who it was.

"Nathan, it's me, your father. It's New Year, come back to the house to at least say hi to your family."

"No, I have no reason to go there." I hanged the phone off, feeling annoyed.

"I have no patience son, get into proper clothes and get back to the house. I'll be waiting here until you leave the house and reach the house." a voice from behind me said.

I jumped surprised and turned around, my eyes were wide open and my mouth had forgotten that it had very healthy bones, thinking that it had to hang open.

"When did you get here? How did you get in? Why did you come he-."

"I got here just now, your barriers have gotten much better, it took me exactly thirty minutes to break through. Though it seems that you never noticed I was breaking them down. Lastly, I came here to bring you back home, no buts. No Nathan you must come with me, don't whine so much! You are big enough to act like an adult."

"I'm barely eight hundred years old!" I snapped at him as I rolled my eyes, clicking my tongue and making my clothes change into a tuxedo.

"In other words seventeen years old. I believe that is old enough son. Let's go now, put your barriers up back again."

"Fine... fine!" I muttered as I muttered under my breath some chants and then looked at my father once I was done.

"Let's go then."

"You wonder what's the best part of being in a party? Firstly you get to know everything that is happening in this whole wide world. Next, the girls, yeah sorry for this but all warlocks are usually handsome/pretty. Even the ugliest warlock is charming to all mortals.

I was surrounded by many girls around me. I smiled and laughed, talking about politics and many other things. Rumors were the most fun thing to hear in this whole world. Yes, I loved gossiping. Then I saw myself reflected on the window. I stared at myself, my honey-brown colored hair combed down well, into a very fashionable style. My bright yellow eyes shining against the window and my fair pale skin making my eyes look even brighter.

"Sweetie, how are you my boy?" my mother said as she approached towards me. Her eyes now bright yellow replacing the blue-green eyes that she had when she was a human. I smiled at her lightly, her fair pale skin the same as it was in my memory, a pinkish blush in her cheeks, honey-colored hair and just perfect.

"Hey, mom." I muttered at her.

"How's the party? Enjoying it?"

"Perfect, it is pretty much fun."

"Great, it's good to hear that you are having fun."

"I guess..."

"Well then, I'll be leaving! See you later son."

"Yes!" I said brightly.

I was the last person to leave the party, obviously except my parents who wouldn't leave because they were the owners of the house. I said my farewells to my father and then went back to my house. Once I entered my room I jumped onto my bed, sighing as my clothes changed into comfortable pants and a slightly big shirt.

"Home sweet home!" I sang as I curled to my side.