When The Sparks Fly

Hammer comes down upon me

I, Richard, and Drake stood silently just at the foot of the stairs to our apartment.

"Let me do the talking!"-Richard announced.

" Richard is right, let him do the talking."- Drake said.

I had nothing to do but agree.

We pushed through the door.

"Hi babe, look who's back, it's Donny, eh!!!"

"Good you guys are back in time, I just finished baking the meat pie, Donny's favourite."- Mum bustled out her sleeves caked with flour. She had a rolling pin in her hand. She came sound the corner and saw Drake, who had remained silent till now, smiled feebly.

" OH MY GOD!!!"- she freaked out and dropped the rolling pin and ran towards him and squeezing his face a bit grabbed him and gave him a mother bear-ly hug.

"Hello aunty"- he gasped.

" Thank the gods you are safe!"- Mum cooed.

Then she went on blessing Drake with her affection and I looked at Richard. He grimly looked at me a tinge of uncertainty lingering on his brows.

He took a deep breath and said- "I think we need to talk, eh cause I have witnessed some weird chain of incidents. Where fortunately or unfortunately both Donny and Drake are involved. So get the food and we will talk over it."

Mum indignantly puffed up in fright - "What? No, don't te...."

But Richard cut her short - " No I said we talk over the food darling, not now. I and the boys are ravenous. Our innards are growling." He made a face and held his tummy.

He looked exhausted but determined. He somehow had decided that he must help things out in this sort of a situation.

Mum again made a face, sighed and went of to set the table for supper .- "Wash off you guys!"

We went off the other way to wash all the grime on our arms. Well Drake had to take some of the flour too. There were two washrooms one had a bath, the other had a shower.

"I want the shower!"- Richard announced.

He went to the smaller washroom with the shower. Drake was lent a towel by Richard. A black towel.

Drake's towel reminded me of his dark parentage.

Drake was quick with his washing as his washing could hardly be called washing. His hairline was caked with grime still.

It did not worry me. Drake was like that only. I took my towel and went to wash myself.

Fifteen minutes later all of us were at the table. Mum scooped up pieces of pie and put it in plates and gave it to us. I helped myself with pickles and gravy.

"So now is anyone going to tell me what all this suspense is about?"- mum asked.

"Wel..."- Richard began.

"Wait!"- I interceded,- "Mum, you have to promise me this, I know you are a bit distracted about the accident but you have to take what we tell you seriously....without losing your shit."

"Language!"

"Sorry".

"Okay I am all ears, I won't freak out....I promise"- mum said.

"He's not totally human!" - announced Richard suddenly in a low voice.

"What do you mean?"- mum askef as if all of a sudden delving in her dark past l, that she never talked about.

"My dad, who was he?" - I asked. "I've a feeling you know something about it."

Mum's face was thunder black and profusely sweating at the temples.

I continued- "This watch.." pointed my fork at it, "...can turn into a shield."

A drop of tear left her eye and tricked down matching the pace of the conversation.

"Mum don't cry, I just want to know the truth. I promise I won't hate you or something." - I said.

"If I do tell you you'll hate me more than ever." - she said.

"No I won't."

"Hold out your hand."

I did as I was told. She tapped the dial once, but nothing happened. She looked at me and said, "You had a fight already?" She sighed and said something under her breath. A brand new shield similar to the last one materialized on my wrist.

She tapped the centre of the shield and it retracted in the watch.

"Expecto Patronum"- she muttered.

"What?"- I said, "why are you all of a sudden quoting Harry potter?"

"It's not Harry Potter, it's Latin, for I expect a shield"- she said," it's a code word kinda thing to call for a new shield."

"I couldn't gather it!"

"Neither could I"- said Richard.

Drake had somehow got his attention on a butterfly, and as it seemed to me, he was making it go dried up and dead all of a sudden, and plump colorful and happy the next.

"Your father was, what some people prefer to call as the gods of Olympus, the ancient Greek deities." - said mum.

There was a ringing silence for sometime.

I stood and almost ripped my t-shirt off.

"So this is what I have in my blood?"- I asked pointing at my now built body.

"Wait, I've been trying to convince myself that it was all a dream and now you are confirming it."- I said," I'll go crazy."

"You won't, you have the brain capacity of all the people in Texas combined."- mum said.

I left my seat went around and hugged her. She gasped.

"A bit slow, you've got strong." - she said.

I loosened my grip.

"You should've told me."

"No you won't understand now. But what I did was for your own safety."

I don't exactly know what happened but I slipped and realised that I fell but then I don't remember anything.

Morpheus was standing Infront of me.

"Hi grand-nephew."

"Can I get a clarification at what the hell is happening here?"

"Sadly I can't, but you should trust your mother. She knows more about you than you yourself do. Confide in her, trust her. Most gods don't pay much attention to their mothers, don't be like them."

"But...."

Before I could start he disappeared.

As I had feared I woke at midnight. I was in my room. Drake was on the couch snoring slightly.

"But I wanted to know the name.....of my dad." - I muttered slightly.

I pulled the blanket a bit on Drake shoulder, and getting back in bed, closed my eyes.

This time, there were no dreams.