Milo (#2 of the Hyle pack)

the ghost

2 years ago

Milo almost dropped out of his bed, as the sound of Karina’s fearful screams filled the entire house. Milo jumped out of his bed and ran downstairs, where the screams had come from. An urge to protect the woman who had raised him, although he was fairly positive that the old woman could kick the ass out of almost anyone who dared to pass through the front door, by the flick of a hand. Once he had run down the stairs, taking two or three steps at a time, he turned around to face towards the kitchen, as the man saw Karina standing, and in front of her, something that looked awfully a lot like a ghost.

It was an older woman, but her body floated gently through the air, and although you could see this creature very clearly, she seemed to be a bit see-through. Yes, this was definitely a ghost! Milo was thinking of spells to use, to cast this creature away and to leave them the hell alone, when the ghost turned to face him, and in some odd way, Milo did not fear this creature, nor saw it as a threat to him or Karina. Making him push his plans back.

“Nadia, you almost made me pee my pants just now!” Karina yelled, a hand covering her heart. Seeing that the ghost grinned wide as she looked at the older woman standing in front of her. “It has been a very long time indeed Karina, you look awfully old and wrinkly.” And as both elderly women looked at each other, they both started to laugh, almost sounding hysterically together. Milo, feeling right now that he was the only sane person inside this house, stepped closer as he inspected this weird creature standing inside his own kitchen.

“Who are you?” He asked, tilting his head to see if she was really floating around in midair.

“Please, call me Nana, son.” The ghost nodded as she gave the young man a smile of nasty teeth. This woman was a role model for a witch, alright.

“I am actually coming for you, Milo, I need your help.” The ghost nodded, spiking the man’s curiosity as his mouth dropped wide open. What on earth could a ghost want from me? The young man thought, as his frown became deeper. The ghost turned to look at his caretaker, her own frown forming on her head as she did.

“Does he know about the prophecy?” The ghost asked the caretaker, who shook her head as a negative.

“No, the council wanted to keep it still from him.” The ghost rolled her eyes, as she turned back towards me.

“After all these years, that council is still as dumb as ever. OK son, prepare to enter your own Spanish sitcom, because there will be a whole lot of drama coming your way in the next few minutes.”

The young man and witch sat at a table, as the ghost kept floating ever so slightly.

“You are a very powerful wizard, right?” The ghost asked the man, who looked at his caretaker for guidance.

“Yes, I believe so.” The man answered, not wanting to come off as arrogant.

“And you can also shift yourself into a wolf?” The ghost asked, to which Milo nodded his head. It was something that he could indeed do, but he had only shifted into his wolf a few times. The coven he lived in hated wolves. That was very clear.

“Are you the firstborn in your family?” The young man frowned his head again, as Karina cleared her voice.

“Yes, he is. He was the first one taken for the prophecy. They lost the second child and never bothered to get the third. The council just dropped the prophecy and kept training Milo, he has become quite handy to the council now that he is matured.” The ghost shook her head as she rolled her eyes. She is the funniest ghost ever. But then the young man also thought that she was the first ghost ever that he had stumbled across. Maybe all ghosts were just funny?

“What if I told you that I have two young men who are just like you, Milo? Your brothers, only not by blood.” This news spiked the young man’s curiosity.

“ Then why aren’t they here?” The wizard asked the ghost, or Nana in this case, who laughed again as she shrugged.

“Because one was raised by rogue wolves, and the other one happens to be my great grandson. The council knows well enough not to try and get their hands on him. I may be a ghost, but I can still cause a lot of trouble if I want to.” The man stared at the floating creature, eyes big in surprise.

“So, why do you need me?” Milo had asked her. And the ghost pretended to take a deep breath, while not in need to breathe at all, as she stared deep into the young man’s eyes.

“Mason, my great grandson, his mate is very ill. I believe that she can be saved, but only by the power of the prophecy of three, which means we need you to save her life.” The young man swallowed hard, as he never lost eye contact with this Nana-person.

“The council will never let me go.” The man stated emotionless, making the ghost grin once again.

“I am sure you are much stronger than any council member. And you are a grown man, since when do you need their approval anyway? Aren’t you curious to find out who your brothers are? The Moon Goddess has linked the three of you for a reason. Don’t you want to find out why that is?” The young man looked over at his caretaker, he wanted to go and find out. The thought of adventure called out to him. He wanted nothing more. But he knew fully well that if he would leave, there was no way he would ever return. Which also meant he would have to leave behind the only woman who had ever been some sort of a family to him. Karina.

Oddly, the old woman nodded her head, seeming determined.

“Take your cape and go, Mago.” Making the ghost smile wide and the young man looked at her in wonder.

“Why?” The man asked, sounding surprised by the determined answer of his caretaker.

“Because I know you boy, you are needed for far more important things, than to live in hiding inside of this coven. Go see the world, find your real place in it.” And when the old witch was done speaking, the young man didn’t wait for another second as he ran up, pulling a sweater over his head as he pulled out his cape, which would protect him against harsh weather. His attention was pulled away for a second, as he saw Brianna’s earring lying on his nightstand. She had forgotten it during their last meetup. Brianna had become one of the coven’s warriors. When a pack was in need, wizards and witches like Brianna would offer their services in exchange for money, or in some cases, some other things that held great value. Right now, Brianna was out again, helping another pack of wolves. But to the young man’s surprise, he didn’t feel badly over not saying goodbye to Brianna. He even felt relieved at some point, as he turned around, saying a quick goodbye to his caretaker, who wished him well and good luck, and above all, a happy life with people who would truly love him.