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    Chapter 10

    Another brilliant chapter! I like seeing these bits from their daily life, like Will learning he is better at something than Oskar - cooking. Helge and Fritz seem to be warming up to Will, which is nice.
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    Chapter 9

    Terry confirmed my suspicions about the mugging, but it remains to be seen if Oskar is hiding anything else. Of course, the matter of porn is a big shoe waiting to drop.
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    Hahaha now you're making me feel bad! Hey, at least I didn't end it on a cliffhanger. Yeah, Tom's a bit inexperienced and definitely somewhat of a mystery, since everything is from Charlie's pov. We'll learn more about him as Charlie starts getting to know him better. Hah! That was actually based on a true story I read in the papers.
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    Thank you! I'm looking forward to it too.
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    It was just a few days after Travis left that I found myself having a problem I never predicted. Just one of those things you don’t ever think about until they happen. After two whole weeks of warm and sunny weather, we had our first taste of summer rain that night. It was a welcome and refreshing, although brief shower and I was happy for the break from the neverending heat. I woke up that morning and the pleasant smell of rain immediately hit my nostrils, coming through the cracked open window. I got dressed and went to the kitchen to make myself some coffee, which was when I had my unpleasant surprise. The tiled kitchen floor was all wet. I looked up and saw the ceiling was wet as well. Just brilliant, the roof was leaky! I found some old rags and wiped the floor clean, and then went to check all the other rooms. Luckily, they were all dry, which meant the roof was leaky only above the kitchen. Of course, I had no idea how to fix it. My knowledge of home repairs did not extend beyond changing light bulbs and maybe tightening loose screws - not that I had the tools to do it anyway. Even if I knew what to do, I didn’t have time because I had to hurry up and get ready for work. I had already lost enough time cleaning the kitchen, so I forgot about the coffee and breakfast and went to change. I’d think about the roof later. Before I went to school, I put a large bucket under the leaky spot just in case we get another unexpected shower. The classes that day went pretty well. It’s funny how before I came here, I was nervous about the kids accepting me as their teacher, but now interacting with them was the part of the job I was looking forward to the most. In our final class, the kids had to read short essays they wrote about someone from their family. A boy named Caleb wrote about his grandpa and how the old man broke his leg chasing after a stork that pooped on his tractor. I was glad he was one of the last kids to read his essay, because it made all of the other kids burst into laughter. It took them a while to calm down and not much work was done after that. The breaks in between classes, spent in the teachers’ office, were not as fun, to put it mildly. I simply had nothing in common with the other teachers, all of whom knew each other and had been working together for a long time. They didn’t avoid me or exclude me from their conversations, but I wasn’t really encouraged to join in either. One of the teachers, an old lady named Christie, was the loudest and most talkative of them all. When she talked, I swear you could hear her from any room in the school. Marina was the closest to me in age, so we got along rather well, but the others were mostly middle-aged or older. I rather liked Marina, and not just because she was my oasis in that desert of gossip. She was an interesting character, capable of having intelligent conversations on various topics. I found out from talking to her that her husband served in the military. When he returned from deployment, they decided to move to Taernsby as they were looking for a more relaxing environment. This was their third year living here and they seemed to be pretty happy. Hopefully I can say the same thing in a few months or years. “How long did it take you to get accustomed to living here?” I asked her during one of our breaks between classes. “Who says we’re accustomed?” she let out a playful chuckle. “I kid, but really, this is like nothing we’ve known before. I do have to say, moving here has helped my husband a lot after coming back. He has a vineyard here, works on the house, goes fishing. I enjoy it quite a lot, too. I miss my friends, but we still talk and they love to come around every now and then.” “So you don’t get bored?” I asked. That was still one of my main concerns, that it would get to the point of every day being the same and nothing exciting ever happening. People flee the country and move to the city every day, and it seemed I was the only one doing the opposite. “Of course, we all get bored sometimes, don’t we?” she shrugged elegantly. “Honestly, after living in the city for so long, this was just what the doctor prescribed. Gosh, I sound like I’m sixty and about to retire, but it’s true. We appreciate having time to ourselves, raising our little boy and just being in nature.” “I guess that’s always a plus. No noise or pollution.” I was still not entirely convinced, but hearing her story made me a bit more open to this experience I chose for myself. Maybe moving here could turn out to be not such a bad idea, even if only temporary. Maybe I could make it work! When I returned home from work, I remembered my problem with the roof and decided it would be the perfect opportunity to take Tom up on his offer. I was looking forward to talking to him for more than two minutes and getting to know him better. Only then did I realize I didn’t even have his phone number. Looking him up on Facebook was also useless since I didn’t know his last name. But, as it sometimes happens, fortune smiled on me that day and the first people I saw on the street when I left my house were able to help me. A nice, elderly couple were strolling by and were more than happy to explain in detail how to get to Tom’s farm. I also learned his last name was Claffey. His house was in the street east of mine, in a part of town I’ve never been to - or at least I didn’t remember ever going there. So, I decided to take a walk and pay him a visit. I still didn’t have his phone number to call in advance, so I could only hope he would be there. The walk took me less than ten minutes, and when I arrived to that part of the street, I could see a nice-looking house made of yellow brick. There was a well-maintained front lawn, as well as an even bigger backyard and a large garden behind it. I could see many wooden ancillary buildings in the backyard, where I assumed all the animals were kept. Not long after I rang the bell, a plump old lady opened the door. She wore a blouse and a long skirt, with an apron over it, while her white hair was tied in a bun. “Yes, how can I help you?” she asked in a much more energetic voice than I imagined her to have. “Uh, are you Mrs Claffey?” “Yes, and you are?” “I’m Charlie, nice to meet you,” I said, shaking her hand. “I work as a school teacher here, and I was wondering if Tom was here?” “Oh, the teacher - the little Greyston boy, is that right?” she asked, having obviously already heard about me. Hopefully not about the shop incident. “Yes, that’s me,” I nodded. “How nice of you to come here! I hope you’ve settled in nicely. If you need any help, don’t hesitate to call us. We’re having fewer children every year, I’m afraid. But they still need teachers, you know. Someone has to educate them. But not a lot of people want to work here.” “Yes, I have fifteen kids in my class.” “That’s nothing,” she waved her hand. “I remember when Tom went to school, there were at least two dozen in his class. Most of them gone now, left to the city to try their luck. And they should, while they’re young. I keep telling Tom to go out there and see the world. He says he likes it here at the farm. I say the farm will wait for you when you come back - but he won’t listen. Well, there’s only so much I can say to convince him, he’s very stubborn, you know.” I chuckled politely. I could see she was ready to talk for hours. “Speaking of Tom, is he home?” I asked, hoping to cut the conversation short. “Oh yes, he’s back there in the garden, weeding the onions. Even though it rained and the ground still hasn’t dried, he can’t leave it alone. He has to be out there, doing something. If he didn’t have to come in to eat and sleep, he’d be outside the whole time,” she said and stepped out, peeking behind the corner and calling out. “Tom, your friend’s here!!” “Who is it?” I could hear him shouting from behind the house. “Charlie!” the old woman yelled back. They weren’t that far away, I’m sure they could’ve had this exchange in a normal tone, but ok. I had to suppress a laugh, not wanting to offend her. She turned back toward me. “I’ll leave ya to it then, he’ll be on his way now,” she said as she patted my shoulder. “Feel free to come by any time, son. Oh, would you like some coffee or lemonade?” “Thank you, but no, I won’t be staying long. Maybe next time,” I nodded and she went back inside, closing the door behind her. I didn’t feel like waiting, so I went to meet Tom. As I went around the house and entered the garden, I saw him trying to clean his clothes. “Coming!” he yelled and looked up. “Hey,” he smiled, looking pleased to see me. “Hey, I hope you don’t mind me coming,” I smiled back and approached him. “Of course not!” He extended his hand for me to shake, but then remembered it was dirty, so he wiped it on his jeans. “Heh, sorry!” “I don’t mind,” I said, being completely honest. “Did I catch you in a bad time? What’ve you been doing?” “Oh, not at all, I was just doing a bit of weeding. I needed a break anyway.” I could see that. He looked all flustered and sweaty, although in a good way. He still seemed to be in a good mood, as if he wasn’t tired at all. “I could help if you want?” I offered. “We could finish more quickly together.” When I was a kid, I would often help my grandparents around the garden, doing stuff like watering plants, weeding and planting. It’s been a while since then, but hopefully I wasn’t too rusty. Even though Tom tried to dissuade me, I insisted, so we got down to finish the last row of onions. He started on one end, and I on the other. I was surprised at how easy the weeds were to pull out. “That’s because I’d already gone and got rid of the big ones,” Tom chuckled. “Now it’s just these little bastards that are left.” We finished quickly and as we stood up I looked around and couldn’t help admire the large property they had. You could see it was well taken care of. “Wow you have a lot of stuff planted, huh? I’m not even sure I recognize all of the plants,” I admitted. I knew my veggies the way they looked at the grocery store. I was less familiar with how they looked in the garden, with only the leaves sticking above the ground. Tom stood next to me and pointed at various areas, explaining what was planted in which section. “So, as you’ve seen, these are onions, and right over here are garlic and asparagus. Those few rows to the right is spinach, and behind it are green beans and peas. That whole area in the back is for watermelons and pumpkins.” “Ungh, I feel my mouth watering already. I love watermelons!” “I’ll bring you some when they’re ripe,” Tom offered. His eyes showed that he was very happy to see my enthusiasm about his work. “Sweet, I knew coming here would pay off,” I winked, feeling comfortable around him. Tom then showed me around the farm, briefly explaining what he and his grandparents were doing, all the while being sweet and considerate. He didn’t laugh at my almost complete ignorance of agriculture and farming, at least not maliciously. I learned that they raised and sold chickens, and that they also owned a large field a bit further away, where they grew corn and wheat. They sold most of it, but would always keep one portion for feeding the animals and making flour. While we were there, I got the distinct impression that Tom truly enjoyed what he was doing. It felt nice to see someone so passionate about something. “So, I did have a reason for coming here,” I finally said during a brief lull in conversation. “I wanted to ask for your help with something.” “Sure, what do you need?” he asked readily. “I kinda had a problem with rain last night, my roof above the kitchen seems to be leaky. To be honest, I wouldn’t even know where to begin with fixing it.” “Alright, we can go and have a look!” he said cheerily, as if I had just invited him for ice cream. His enthusiasm was certainly infectious and I found myself smiling involuntarily. “Hopefully it’s nothing too big and we can fix it quickly. Have you got any tools at home?” “You know, that is something a smart person would have remembered to check. Clearly, I am not one of them.” “That’s alright,” he let out a laugh, “I’ll bring my own and we’ll see what we can do! I’m guessing some roof tiles cracked or fell off. Do you have any trees near the house?” “Yeah, there’s two right outside the kitchen.” “Sometimes, if the wind is strong, the branches can hit the roof tiles and damage them,” he explained. We sat in his truck and he drove us back to my place. I first led him inside to show him where the water leaked, after which we went back outside to locate the possible damage. I found a ladder in one of the sheds, which Tom used to climb to the roof. Apparently, some of the shingles were cracked, letting the rain in. Unlike me, he had obviously expected that something like that might be the case, so he brought some sealant and repaired the crack. He said the gutters needed cleaning too, as they were full of leaves, but we left that for another time as I didn’t want to abuse his good will to help. Even though I wasn’t of much help at all, I stayed outside with him the whole time, so I can observe the whole process. Maybe some of his skill would rub off on me. After everything was done, I invited him inside for a beer. That’s when I decided to take the plunge and be open with him. He was unlike any other guy I had ever met, and maybe that’s what attracted me to him. I wasn’t sure, but I wanted to find out. “Tom, I hope you don’t think the only reason I called you over was to help me with the roof,” I said, daring to look him straight in the eyes. “Oh?” He was truly a man of few words. I found it amusing and very endearing. “I’m sorry if got my signals crossed, but it seemed to me that we have a connection, and I was wondering if it’d be ok if I asked you out? I’d really like to see you again,” I explained and he put his beer bottle down on the little coffee table and looked at me. “Yeah, I’d like that!” he nodded and flashed a smile. “Well… great!” I was happy to hear that. “You know I’m talking about going on a date?” “Yeah,” he nodded again. “Great! So I’ll call you to make plans, ok? Or you can call me, that works too!” We exchanged numbers and sat around for a little longer, comfortable around each other. We chatted about Kayla, my moving to Taernsby and working at the school. Even though we didn’t kiss or do anything sexual that day, I still counted it as a big victory because I’d asked him out and he said yes. I was ready to get to know him better, and although he didn’t say it, I think he wanted the same thing with me. At least I hoped so.
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    Cruella de Vil

    Geez she's annoying! I wonder how Cynthia will handle her. You can borrow Jarin for a chapter, one drop of venom will kill that bitch.
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    Chapter 8

    Will, Will... Don't throw away the job offer so easily, you can always go back to teaching later! Oskar seems very sweet, but it seems he's hiding something, maybe some family tragedy from the past? Thanks for another awesome chapter!
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    Aww thank you! I'm glad you enjoy them!
  9. As others have said, the interview part was awesome! Jasper said jokingly what he really meant, but only Ryan and he knew it. As for Blake barging in on Jasper, I gotta say Jasper was right - with five guys living in the same house, I'm surprised it doesn't happen more often! (if this were a Nifty story, they'd all be already having jerk-off sessions together)
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    Chapter 7

    So Will and Oskar finally meet and form a bond. Looking forward to more, and I quite like the history aspect of the story!
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    Yes, things are slowly starting to unravel, but we still have a lot to go through! We'll see what Castor is up to in the next chapter. Cyr is very smart, especially when it comes to his survival. He's not gonna let a powerful sorcerer get in his way. Btw you always have the cutest avatars!
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    “Phantasmal Crow: No birds are known to be able to produce venom. Instead, they rely on their flight, strong talons and beak to catch and kill their prey. However, one single species is an exception to this rule - the Phantasmal Crow. This enigmatic species can be found scattered throughout various parts of Escaria, although its exact numbers are a mystery even to the best biologists. This is due to the fact that this bird can turn nearly invisible thanks to a special substance coating its feathers. This leaves its beak and talons as the only visible parts of its body. The Phantasmal Crow has yet another weapon at its disposal. It is able to inject a potent venom into its victims through its claws. The venom paralyses the prey, allowing the Crow to hunt animals much larger and stronger than itself. -- (Two Months Ago) The sorcerer muttered a few words and the heavy white door to his Citadel opened with a creak. They were massive and around fifteen feet high, so it was impossible to open them without the use of magic or force. Even though they were made of wood, they were as smooth as glass, with the exception of ancient runes carved around the edges. As they slowly opened, Macarius let himself in, his sand-colored robe fluttering behind him. His hands were filled with bags of products he had just purchased from a caravan of merchants. There was food, wine, candles, magic supplies, as well as pigments for painting and several large pieces of canvas. The painting supplies were for his son, Xaviel. The boy had a strong artistic streak and would spend hours upon hours in his chambers, painting pictures of the night sky, the stars and faraway galaxies as he had imagined them. He had great interest in astronomy and the way the universe functioned. Every star was a mystery for him to try and solve. The western tower of the Citadel of Bone was his astronomy tower, filled with telescopes and other instruments. They were very expensive and rare, but Macarius was more than happy to obtain them for his son. He wanted to make him happy. After all, they only had each other. The boy didn’t even remember his mother, as she was killed when he was barely more than a baby. Now, at eighteen, Xaviel was a very intelligent boy. However, his father’s superior magical abilities were not passed on to him. Even though he was able to perform some low-level spells and was willing to practice and read every book he got his hands on, his sorcery didn’t progress much beyond that. Neither the father nor the son seemed to be concerned about that. If it’s not meant to be, it’s not meant to be – that was their motto. “Xaviel!” Macarius called out as he walked up the stairs of his Citadel. “Son, I’ve returned, and I brought you something! Your favorite dyes and pigments from Thorodan!” He must be in his tower again, the sorcerer thought. But he can’t be observing stars in the middle of the day. Soon, light footsteps were heard, but as he turned the corner, he saw it was only his servant girl, Cassandra. “Welcome back, master. Have you had a good trip?” the girl spoke politely, talking the bags from his hands and putting them aside. “As good as any other – I teleported,” he replied, thinking how he shouldn’t be explaining the obvious. Then again, what did the simple girl know about magic? If she was more educated, she certainly wouldn’t be working as a servant. “Where’s Xaviel?” Macarius asked. “Is he in his tower?” “He must be-” Cassandra started to reply, but at that moment, a loud wail came from outside, near the western side of the Citadel, shocking them both. Wide-eyed, Macarius frantically ran through one of the back passages and out into the desert, with Cassandra following close behind. The scene he encountered when he came out shocked him to the bone - his young son was lying on the sand, writhing in pain, his indigo blue robes a sharp contrast to the golden sands around him. “Xaviel! My boy!” the sorcerer cried out and ran toward him. He knelt beside his son, tears already trickling down his dark face. “Son, talk to me, what happened?” he asked, inspecting him to see what was wrong. “A spider… bit me,” Xaviel panted, pointing to his bare foot. “It hurts so much, dad. Make it stop, please!” The boy groaned, shaking his foot. “Make it stop!” As Macarius looked at it, he saw a small bite mark. He needed some kind of an antidote quickly! Watching his son in so much pain was tearing him apart, he just couldn’t stand it. If he were to lose him… No, that would not happen, Macarius decided! He would save his son no matter what it takes! “I’ll make it go away, son, don’t worry,” the sorcerer spoke softly as he picked up his son and carried him inside. Cassandra walked behind them, observing everything with concern. Once they entered, she closed the door, making sure to lock them. “Let’s get you here,” the old sorcerer said, carrying Xaviel into his laboratory. “We need to give you an antidote. Have you seen which spider bit you?” “Black, with orange dots,” the boy moaned. He was barely able to open his eyes from the pain. “Please... hurry up, dad.” Macarius turned around so that his son wouldn’t see him, as all the color drained from his face. He knew exactly what species it was - the Cult Spider. Its venom was fatal, killing its victim in a matter of minutes. The worst part of it was - there was no known antidote for it. No, this was not happening. It’s not possible, the man thought. He could not lose his son as well! When he turned around to look at him, the boy was lying peacefully, with his eyes closed. He was not moving. “Xaviel!” Macarius cried out desperately as he shook his son, but there was no reply. The boy was unconscious. Finding that he still had a pulse, the sorcerer realized it was not too late. He could still save him! Or at least buy him some more time. He had to act as quickly as possible! As he picked up his staff, Cassandra quietly spoke. She had stood by the door the entire time, but he hadn’t even noticed her. “Master, is- is he going to be alright? Can I do anything to help?” She looked scared and concerned, glancing at the boy. “What?” Macarius turned to her in surprise. “No, you can’t do anything now. Leave us,” he ordered and the girl promptly left the room, closing the door behind her. This needs to work, he thought to himself as he drew a small diamond-shaped symbol on his son’s forehead. “I cannot lose you too,” he whispered, taking a small vial with lavender-colored liquid and pouring a drop on the boy’s lips. He then pointed his magic staff at his son. Concentrating all of his powers, Macarius started the incantation as the orb on his staff began to glow bright yellow. “Sontara paleo teventus! Ekh-ora portun avan!” his booming voice echoed through the laboratory as he finished the Stasis spell. Bright azure light broke from his staff and enveloped the boy’s body, lifting him up from the table. He was now levitating in the middle of the room, frozen in time. All of his bodily functions had stopped. He was neither dead nor alive. “It’s the only thing I can do for now,” Macarius whispered, sobbing. “Until I find an antidote, you shall remain this way, my son.” The sorcerer hurried to his library, his face wet with tears. He let them fall freely, not caring even to wipe them away. He browsed the shelves for a few minutes until he finally located what he was looking for - a large book with pale yellow covers. He took it and dusted it off, letting out a deep sigh as he looked at the covers. Book of Venoms. “It must be here somewhere. It must be...” ~~ “Finally,” Cyr whispered as he snuck out of the terrarium where he was being kept. He had managed to escape once more! This time, he would find a way out of this damned Citadel! He had to do it before Macarius comes for him and discovers he abducted the wrong twin. As his eyes got accustomed to the dark corridors, Cyr slowly crept forward until he reached a staircase. He put one foot on it and the creaking sound almost made him jump - he’d scared himself. He would have to be more careful. Slowly descending down the stairs, he looked around, trying to figure out where the exit could be. The hallway looked familiar. There was a barred window, but it was too dark to see anything outside. As he turned around, he remembered where he was. This was the same hallway he explored the last time he escaped. Sure enough, there was that door again, the one that led to the mysterious boy’s room. Curiosity got the better of him and he opened the door. Immediately, he noticed the eerie blue glow of the casket in which the boy was placed. Holding his breath, Cyr slowly walked towards it, wanting to see it again. As he approached it, he gasped in shock before quickly covering his mouth with his hands. “Castor!” he whispered. This time, the person lying in the glass casket was not that strange boy from last time, but Cyr’s own brother! How could this be?, he wondered, reaching to open the casket. He had to free his brother, he just had to save him! Oh, how he missed him, his Castor! He would never say it out loud, but it was true. They were brothers, forever two parts of the same being. However, before Cyr had a chance to remove the cover, the casket and Castor vanished, as well as the entire room around him. Suddenly, he found himself back in his home, at his parents’ farm. He was in his room, sitting on the bed. The curtains were open, allowing the moonlight to enter and shower the room in its faint glow. There was a knock on the door. It must’ve been either Castor or their mom. Dad would always call out their names before knocking. “Come in,” Cyr replied, covering himself up with blankets. The door opened and his mom peeked in. “Just checking to see if you’re in bed,” she whispered. “Don’t forget we have to rise early tomorrow. Have a good night, sweetie!” “Night, mom,” Cyr smiled at her. He waited until his mother left and closed the door. At once, he threw away the covers and pulled out a book he was hiding in his bed. He sat on the floor in the middle of the room and opened it, looking for a specific page. After a few moments he finally found it. He stood up briefly, taking the candle that was burning on his desk and brought it down in front of him. Lighting two more candles, he placed them on each side of him and started reading from the book. “Umnios, God of Wisdom and God of Shifters. I call upon you in this hour. Hear my call and hear my prayer, for your humble servant is talking to you.” As he finished the prayer from the book, Cyr closed his eyes and spoke anew. “Please, Umnios, grant me the power of shifting like you did to my brother. I promise to study, practice and respect it.” This was a ritual he had been performing every New Moon for months, hoping to receive the blessing of Umnios and become a shifter. However, it wasn’t working. Every time, he would end up being disappointed. It wasn’t fair, Cyr thought. Save for a few birthmarks, Castor and he were identical. Then why wasn’t I blessed with the power of shifting like he was?, Cyr wondered. The twins had always been close and inseparable, but in the last few years, Cyr couldn’t help the feeling of resentment and jealousy growing inside of him. It seemed to him that Castor was always receiving special treatment because he was a shifter, with their parents always paying more attention to him. He remembered one evening last summer, when Castor and he were returning home from the town. The sun had already set and they didn’t even notice two thugs approaching them from behind and stopping them. As soon as he heard their voices, Cyr knew they were up to no good. However, the two men were much bigger and stronger than Castor or him. The twins could do nothing. “Come on, shift and take care of them!” Cyr urged his brother, whispering in his ear, but Castor refused, being too scared to do anything useful. He couldn’t imagine attacking anyone in his snake form, as the venom would kill them almost instantly. He was simply not a murderer. “I-I can’t, I’m sorry,” the frightened shifter stammered, letting the thieves take all of the silver pieces they carried in their little pouches. The twins returned home that night bruised and humiliated - and with no money. Cyr was livid - not just at the damned thugs who robbed them, but also at his own brother for not defending them. “He did not deserve this gift!” he hissed, closing the book of prayers and blowing the candles out. Once again, his ritual did not work. Umnios was still ignoring his calls. Feeling angry and hopeless, Cyr crawled back into his bed and closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep and forget about his problems at least for a few hours. However, as he opened his tired garnet eyes, he realized he wasn’t in his home at all. He was in the terrarium, held prisoner by Macarius. Seeing the sorcerer’s tall figure standing above him, Cyr gasped and almost jumped up. “Wake up, snake,” Macarius spoke in his calm, deep voice. “It is time for us to do business.” The dark-skinned man grabbed Cyr by the arm and teleported them out of the room. The very next moment, they were in his laboratory. The young boy looked around nervously, looking scared like a little child that was caught stealing fruit from the royal orchard. He knew the moment of truth had come. He would have to reveal his true identity, and then his fate would be in Macarius’ hands. That didn’t mean he would go down without a fight - not without using the one trick he had up his sleeve. “Relax, snake. You friends were much braver,” the sorcerer observed, but his mocking tone did little to ease the boy’s concerns. “By now, you must know why I brought you here. The same reason I brought the other two before you. I need to collect your venom, simple as that.” Cyr looked him in the eyes and nodded. He had already known that, but that didn’t change the fact that he was the wrong person. The sorcerer picked up an empty vial from a shelf and presented it to the boy. “You will now shift and deposit your venom here. Do you understand?” “I-I can’t do that,” Cyr shook his head, staring at the glass vial in the sorcerer’s hand. “I’m afraid you don’t have a choice here,” Macarius raised his voice. “Give me your venom unless you want to die slowly and painfully. And trust me, years of living alone in the desert give one plenty of time to devise numerous torture methods!” “I mean, I honestly can’t do that because I’m not a shifter,” the boy admitted, waiting for the sorcerer’s reaction. Macarius observed him silently for a moment, trying to discern if the boy was being honest or just stupid. “WHAT?!” his voice thundered. “Do not play with me, foolish boy! I know you’re a Scarlet-tailed Serpent! It took me weeks to find one! I observed you and your family for days until I found the right moment to strike!” “Yet you took the wrong twin,” Cyr replied. He wanted so badly to laugh at the man and tell him what a fool he was, but he knew that would get him in even more trouble. The last thing he wanted was to be punished like Dymia. “My brother Castor - he is the shifter, not me.” “You’re lying! I am certain I took the right brother!” Macarius grumbled, grabbing his staff and pointing it at the boy. “I have no time to waste, I need that venom now! Shift!” A thin yellow beam shot out of the staff, hitting Cyr. He fell on the ground at once, feeling as if his entire body was on fire. Squirming in pain, he moaned as tears fell down his cheeks. “No, please… Stop! I-I’m not a shifter,” he pleaded, but the pain wouldn’t stop. At that moment, he remembered what Dymia told him that night. Macarius was the one who was bluffing, as all he did was merely an illusion. “This is not real,” Cyr kept repeating to himself, whispering. “It’s only an illusion.” He opened his eyes and saw no burn marks anywhere on his body. He was perfectly fine. The spell was broken and he smiled, breathing heavily and wiping his tear-stained face. “You little pest,” Macarius muttered. “Never mind, I shall get your brother the same way I got you. Unfortunately for you, that means you’re of no further use to me. I can finish you off right now.” Picking himself up from the ground, Cyr fixed his clothes and looked at the sorcerer with confidence. “If you kill me, my brother will never agree to give you his venom. Ever since we were born, our bond has been incredibly strong. He will sense that something happened to me, and then you can forget about saving your son,” Cyr spoke, watching intently as Macarius’ face changed from arrogance to surprise to utter shock. It was as if someone slapped him across the face with an iron gauntlet, challenging him to a duel in which he had no hope of winning. “What did you say?” the old sorcerer spoke, barely audible. “You heard me,” Cyr replied, enjoying the moment. “I know about your son,” he added, pulling out from his robe the book he found in the boy’s room. “The inscription: ‘To the greatest son ever. You make me so proud.’ I assume you wrote it to him.” “Give it to me!” Macarius hissed, grabbing the book from Cyr’s hand. “Yes, I need the antidote to save him! I can’t let him die!” he shouted desperately, slamming the book on the table. “Then trust me when I say that my brother would much rather use his venom to save lives than to take them. But no one else needs to suffer. You can get your antidote without hurting or killing any of us,” Cyr tried to reason with him. Macarius turned back to him, looking lost and dejected. “I-I need to find your brother,” he said, his voice suddenly turning soft and quiet, almost vulnerable. “I need to save my son.” A sudden whirlwind appeared around the sorcerer and he vanished, leaving Cyr alone. The boy sat down on the floor, wrapping his arms around his knees, staring into the distance. He started wondering what had he just done. In order to save himself, he sent Macarius after his own brother. No matter how much resentment he bore toward Castor, he never wanted him to get hurt. And now, who knows what will happen to both of them? What will happen to Dymia and Jarin? They are as innocent in all of this as he is. Still, something told him Macarius is not as ruthless as he presents himself. He is but a desperate man trying to save his son and Cyr could not fault him for that. If I were in his place, who’s to say I wouldn’t do the same?, he wondered.
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    Oh snap! Nathan just got a sexy roommate and a bunch of money, but could lose the bakery! I say that's a win! @lomax61 Also, congratulations on getting married, that is so lovely!! (my invitation must've gotten lost in the mail)
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    Chapter 6

    Wow that was an eventful chapter! Will meeting Matt and then Oskar! And why do I have a feeling the robbery was staged just to help Oskar get Will to his place?
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    Chapter 5

    Will maybe had a bit of a romantic image of Harry in his mind, thinking they were more than what they actually were. At least Terry and Ramon seem nice, do I wonder about what they have planned for that night?
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    Chapter 4

    So the two guys are going to the land of Oskar Prinz, I'm so ready to see what happens there! I'm really enjoying this story!
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    Chapter 3

    Oh well, so Harry ruined Will's fantasy of Marc Bennett. And we get a glimpse of Oskar! I wonder when their stories will overlap!
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    Chapter 2

    Harry definitely knows what he's doing! He was a good 'teacher' to Will.
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    Chapter 1

    Nice beginning, I'm intrigued! I'm curious about when the story is taking place, since Will is buying porn on DVD rather than simply downloading/streaming it?
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    Wheeew that was hot!! Looks like Jaymes has found himself a room to stay in.
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    Night Out

    Thank you very much, that is so good to hear! The next chapter should be coming soon! Oh I totally agree, people like Susan should not be working with customers! Charlie will have his own way of dealing with her next time!
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    Night Out

    Thanks guys! Yes, we do, guys gotta have some fun!!
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    Night Out

    Ooh yes, Charlie was not in the mood to stand in line and listen to gossip - no offense to retail workers who do their job well! I'm glad you like Travis, we may see him again. Thanks for the lovely words!
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    New World

    Thank you so much! More you shall get. Why thank you, friend! Charlie is not so crazy about country living either, but funny how your mind can change with the right incentives.
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    Night Out

    Thank you! Hah, perhaps we'll see (or hear) more of Susan later. And yeah, we'll see a lot more of Tom in ch.3. He does have a naughty side (don't we all?) Haha best comment I could've hoped for!
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