The Myth In: The Voyage Through Weirdness

chapter two : training .

Arthur has led them back to the treehouse, it had taken fairly quickly for Arthur did know his way back from all angles of the forest. On the way there, the demons stopped to get their backpacks. They soon made it to the treehouse. The demon boys were surprised at how roomy and welcoming the treehouse was.

"Wow, this place is quite nice." Scyntheus said.

"Thanks, my brother and I built this when we were little with my grandpa." Arthur said.

"Where's he?" Neatheus asked.

"In heaven. Probably sleeping with most of my relatives." Arthur said, softly.

"Dang." Scyntheus said. "Arthur, mind telling us your story?"

"What do I have to tell?" Arthur said, sarcastically.

"Oh c'mon! You had to have been through something." Scyntheus replied.

Arthur explained his "story" to the demon boys. Arthur told that he lives with his older brother Jo, and his grandmother Irene, and how much he's been bullied for being a nerd with his powers, for liking pop music and being a Neko overall. Just being himself gets him in trouble. He hardly sleeps at night, thinking about his parents, for they have been missing since he turned 2. Nobody but his family knows them, his family won't answer any questions, and the police doesn't want to take care of it for some reason. But that was nothing compared to what Scyntheus had to say.

"Oh, yeah. That's not much of a story as mine is..." Scyntheus said.

"What is your story Scyntheus?" Arthur asked.

Scyntheus said that he was born in the Depths of Zirona, so he was basically born in hell, and born and raised by two more demons. They loved them with all of their hearts, Scyntheus wasn't exactly spoiled, but he was given all the love they had. One day, Scyntheus asked for a little brother, in which he named, Neatheus. That day came, Neatheus was born, and Scyntheus couldn't be happier. Scyntheus was born in 2006 like Arthur, and Neatheus was born in 2008. Today, Scyntheus is 13, and Neatheus is 11. But back to the story, an 8 year old Scyntheus was living a normal day, playing with his brother outside, as usual, and everything seemed normal. Until suddenly, he sees red and black flashing lights over his house, flickering and traveling in circles. The boys ran inside to inform their parents, only to find out, that they were being held down by amphomorphic bird terrorists. They installed shock collars onto their necks, if they tried to use their powers. (Yes, they had powers as well.)  Scyntheus was fully aware and had full control of his power by then, so he grabbed a knife and killed the agents that held down their parents at lightning top speed. Then, their leader, Alan Scorch came up behind them, and snatched Neatheus. Scyntheus kept begging Scorch to let him go. Then he took out the knife again.

"Don't come any closer kid, or they all get the bang bang!" Alan said.

"I suppose I can't be too harsh on the stubborn one. I'll be left mangled. Pick one to free, and the rest of them get the boot. Clock's ticking Scyntheus." He added.

"Sir please, I can't do this!!" Scyntheus cried.

"You've got 10 seconds before I blow your world up!" Alan said. He counted.

"10."

"9."

"8."

"7."

"6."

Scyntheus couldn't choose.

"5."

"4."

"3."

Alan shot Scyntheus' mom in the face, dropped Neatheus and kidnapped their father.

Scyntheus and Neatheus broke down. They couldn't believe what was happening, their mother was gone, their dad was gone, and they had nowhere to go, for their house was being destroyed at the moment.