The Witchdoctor's Son

Chapter 2

Chapter 2- The City of Monsters

Whyte Ferris is sitting in the room. The penthouse had a lot of rooms. He was blessed. He lived in the top apartments of the Witch Tower. These were where all the wealthy families stayed. It was as nice as witch accommodations got. They were nothing like the Spanish-style villas that the vampires stayed in. Or for the wealthy werewolves, these accommodations were similar to the wooden castles built on the outskirts of the forests they called the Gardens.

"They are here," his daughter states.

He knew who she was talking about. It's the reason he's sweating and the reason his body is so tense. He wipes the sweat off of his head. It was seen as a weakness for a Ferris man to lose his cool.

"Is Blanco ready?"

"Yes."

He didn't trust her. He'd see for himself. Whyte makes his way downstairs. His son is standing there shirtless. He was the youngest Ferris boy of eight older brothers. They'd all failed their father at one point. They were all in the room, all wearing the scars of the times that they had failed. Mostly there were scars but one son had lost an eye in the Competition and the other son had lost an arm. Several had almost lost their lives.

But Blanco was different. Blanco was his pride and joy.

Whyte takes one look at Blanco and he's sure. He turns to his daughter, "Let your Uncles in..."

The Uncles come in and they all feast their eyes on Blanco. It was Whyte's greatest accomplishment raising this young child into the man he was today. He'd spent his whole life preparing. He spent his whole life being told that he could not fail the name. He could not fail the family.

He stands there naked in front of the other Ferris men. The room was wealthy, laid out luxuriously especially for the presentation. The great competition was going to begin and they'd need to present their best man. The whole city would be watching. There were many men.

His Uncle Tybee Ferris, who was a heavy man with a stocky composure that was always finding a reason to be disappointed with him says loudly, "Is Blanco ready, Whyte?"

"He'll be ready," his daughter interrupts

"That was a question meant for a man, girl," Uncle Tybee barks at Whyte's daughter.

She was the only female in the room. Only one. Whyte could almost smack her for being so stupid. She leans her head down in disgrace. Luckily Tybee is more interested in Blanco. And Blanco stands up straight, militant in all his posture but he could feel his younger sister give him a smile of pride. She was soft. Sweet. Not raised strict like Whyte or the other men in their family. Not like how Whyte raised Blanco. She was a member of the coven. He would be forced to send her to the Competition as well but everyone knew who the real Ferris representative was. She'd go because she had to go. Not by choice, but because the leader of the Coven required women. The Ferris family refused the tradition. All magic users were the same in the Ferris family. They were all men. Every last one of them. Ferris women existed but they were not allowed to study magic in any way at all. They were there to serve the strong, proud Ferris men.

"Strong chest. 8 pack of abs. He looks stronger than the others even Borris. No fat on his body at all."

"He is physically superior. He works out 3 times a day."

The last Uncle was Uncle Wesley. He'd once married an Atwood woman and cheated on her. He'd forgotten that she'd learned magic before she married him and she ended up cursing him. Since then nothing ever made him happy. He refused to smile. He lived the most dreaded life.