Jason Doran: The Spellcaster King

3: Chupacabras don't speak(I think)

I witnessed my first torture when I was six. So, you might say I peeked at six. While I watched my uncle being creatively tortured, I kept looking around to see if I could find anything I could use when I woke up(if the police believed the Dream of a six-year old).

Then SC started to chant something in a language that sounded like Latin but I heard it in English. He said, "Virtute superiorum peto pro electo quaerere" which I heard as "By the power of the old ones, I request the search of the chosen one".

I was never one to ask questions, but if I did, it'd be like watching all ten seasons of your favorite show and not watching the finale and not asking what happened. So therefore, I asked myself 1. Who are the old ones?2. I thought he was looking for a boy(sucks to be the boy they're looking for..... wait I AM the boy they're looking for).

And finally 3. How am I a 'chosen one'? The only thing I did that's important was finishing first grade at the age of five. Sorry, scratch that finally, what does all of this have to do with me? Why does it involve my uncle? Why does it involve Latin? None of it was coming together, it was like an unsolvable jigsaw puzzle.

"Leave the boy out of this, it's me you want" my uncle said. SC said, "On the contrary, I don't NEED you, I NEED the boy." Why did he have to need me, I liked being NOT needed. Suddenly SC said the chant again and this time the Chupacabra head started to glow.

I think I draw the line at glowing Chupacabra heads. The eyes began to project a picture, no, it was something like a live video. Then there was a thing staring back at us. Whatever it was definitely intelligent enough to speak. It had a voice like Thanos. It was deep and had a loud resonance.

"No I will not leave the child out of this" SC punched my uncle in the face. As he punched my uncle in the face the thing in the projection narrowed it's eyes on my uncle. As it continued to look at my uncle SC began to grovel before it like a slave.

Get up you bumbling idiot. Get up, the thing said. "Yes your majesty." SC says while getting up and dusting his clothes. Have you found the child, the thing's voice seemed deeper and angrier. "No, my Lord. " SC still shaking in his baby sized boots.

Why haven't you found him, The thing glared at SC. "The boy seems to be under protective spell cast by the child's uncle." You have the child's uncle captive and you still can't get him to talk? "He doesn't seem to know the severity of the case sire." THEN MAKE HIM UNDERSTAND, OR I'LL PUT YOU IN HIS POSITION. "Yes my liege. " SC still groveled and whimpered.

I couldn't help but think about how long they've been looking for me. And I just noticed that I have the mindset of a thirteen-year-old. I don't know why(if you what I mean). Being here made me realize I'm not like other kids my age, I don't think like them, I don't relate to them, I don't do anything like them. That's why I didn't have any friends when I was a kid.

Looking at this made me realize all of this, made me feel like a freak, and that I couldn't be normal ever again (young me got that right). But really the most important thing I learned was that if SC and the disembodied voice came after me, I wouldn't be able to save myself from whatever they could do to me(which would probably be worse than what they did to my uncle since I'm the 'chosen one')

Enough said about me, let's continue to see what happened in six-year old me's dream with SC and the disembodied voice in the Chupacabra head, so if you think I've made you wait too long you can comment if you like.

So what do you have in mind, the voice growled. "One of your men say they found his mother at a secluded house in the middle of nowhere." Oh no, I live in the middle of nowhere. My blood started boiling, and even though I felt as cold as hell. I was scared of what they would do if they took my mother hostage or even killed her.

I was still shaking in my Spider-Man pajamas, but I still kept thinking about how I think like a thirteen-year-old even though my life and the life on my dear mother. Oh really, said the voice happily. "Yes sir, since he's the only one strong enough".

Now I'm really sure they've got the wrong six-year old. I'm not even strong enough to open a pickle jar without help from an adult. I was thinking, 'what the hell do they think I'm strong enough to open'. This just kept getting weirder and weirder.

Ready your men because tonight I shall finally be freed from this cursed chamber. "Sire, the child knows not of his own power, how will he release you without knowledge of his lineage." Silence, if the boy knows not of his true power, you shall train him until he his strong enough. Whatever it takes, starve him, stress him, all as long as he sets me free. This is only the beginning.

Now there are more questions. 1. What powers do I have. 2. How are said power so powerful that it can free a maybe demon living in a Chupacabra's head. 3. Who in my lineage knows about this crap. 4. What's going to happen to me, my mom and especially my uncle. All of this is happening right now and I'm not even awake.

They're right about two things. 1. I don't know about said powers until now AND,

THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING.