Milo (#2 of the Hyle pack)

the revenge

9 years ago

-SLAP-

“Again!” The voice yelled, only this time, the child did not react to the beating anymore. It had happened so often, almost daily throughout the years, that the pain didn’t even reach the boy anymore. He just sat still as he kept staring in front of him, not one emotion spread on his face, while his hands still rested on the table on either side of a book that was lying in front of him. With another stupid spell he was supposed to cast out as Merle had demanded him to do. The boy had had enough of those stupid spells by now. They did not have any meaning. There was no point in floating objects in the air. And there was no point in Merle slapping him around as if he was a piece of fabric, filled with dust from top to bottom. At this point, the boy had had enough. He only did not see the wooden ruler coming, as Merle slapped it hard, straight across the boy’s face.

-SLAP-

The boy’s face got yanked to the side at the impact of the wooden ruler, it took a good second for the boy to even understand what had just happened. And as he leaned back, to sit straight, a whole line was displayed in the boy’s cheek, as blood dripped out where the ruler had made contact with his skin. Merle got him good, really good.

Merle only did not notice that the young boy’s eyes had turned completely white, he only saw how he had sat straight once again in his seat.

The atmosphere inside Merle’s house started to shake, the air, the ground, the furniture, even Merle as he looked at the boy with big eyes, eyes that were filled with fear now.

“Milo, stop!” He commanded the boy, but no more. The boy had simply had enough. Milo’s head yanked to turn and look at Merle, but his eyes didn’t really see him, they just wanted to scare the living crap out of the old man who had been slapping and spanking him since the day he could remember first in his life. The boy gritted his teeth, as every object around him started to slowly rise in the air. The book, the candles, but also big furniture, including the table, the sofa, and even Merle.

The man’s eyes grew even bigger in fear, as the child started to speak, speak in a language he couldn’t have possibly known. Merle, for one, had never taught him how to use it, or even knew what it meant. But still, the words were coming out of this boy’s mouth as if it was his mother tongue, and by then, Merle knew he was in serious trouble.

As soon as the boy started from chanting the spell, into shouting it and screaming it at the top of his lungs, every item inside this house was floating around, everything but the boy himself. And once the boy had found every inch of power within himself, he reached out his hand, pushing it forward towards Merle, and with that, burning the abusive man down to the ground, his painful screams filling the air, until there was nothing left of him, but a pile of ashes on the ground.

Once the boy saw what he had done and came back into his own brain, his body fell down on the ground, exhausted from performing such a high level of magic for such a long time. He gasped for air, as his arms were wrapped around his own stomach, hoping to be able to keep himself together and not splash into a million pieces across this awful man’s house. And besides feeling as if the boy was about to burst, he actually felt his bones moving around in his own body, making him scared for his own life. Thinking that this was karma coming to bite him in the ass. You killed your teacher, now die yourself! The boy cried, as he felt his own bones snap, and although they did not hurt him physically, the emotional pain and fear was almost too much to bare. And once the boy’s screams had stopped, the whole situation changed, because the boy had vanished and had made room for a wolf, a beautiful white wolf. White as the snow on a cold winter's day.

The wolf turned around, feeling awkward in this setting, and as soon as the beast knew how to work with his paws, he made a run for it, racing at an immense speed. Out of the house, out of the cave where he had lived his whole life, out of the coven he called home, until he was surrounded by trees, until his paws couldn’t run anymore, until he was too tired to do anything else, but to lay down and sleep.

It took the council four hours to find the boy that day, with the help of his caretaker Karina, who knew the boy better than anyone walking around the face of the earth. But they did find him, and with the help and gentle words of Karina, they were even able to make the boy shift back from his wolf into his human form, making room for a scared boy with eyes, big in fear of what was about to come. Seeing that the entire council was looking straight at him. The boy knew he would get punished severely for his actions. He had killed his own teacher. And although the boy thought that he had his reasons for doing so, the council would probably never choose his side. I will never see sunlight again. They will put me in a cell for the rest of my life. The boy had thought. But when Karina took the boy’s hand and led him back home gently, the boy was utterly surprised that there was never a punishment for what had happened on that awful day. The only thing the boy had heard, was the council talking behind his back, as Karina had guided him back towards the coven, as they were whispering at each other.

“Can you imagine if we would have that power times three?” and

“I don’t care what happens, we need to keep him close. He is only thirteen. Can you imagine what he will be able to do in a few years?”

When Karina had guided the boy back into their small wooden home, she had pulled him up the stairs, into his bedroom, where she almost pushed him down and made him get some more sleep. The boy had just looked at her in wonder, not knowing what was happening, and just thinking when his punishment would come. But the old witch had just shaken her head while she had looked at the boy.

“Are you angry with me?” The boy had asked her, to which she grinned wide as she let her fingers run through his white hair, one time.

“No Mago, I am glad you were finally strong enough to kick Merle’s sorry ass. Good for you.”