His World

"You called for me?"

His voice echoed in the dark office. He could pick-up a scent of wine in the air as the full moon's light came through the large glass windows of the office. Casting a shadow on his father's face as the electric flames behind the glass fireplace made shadows dance in the room.

"You are moving out son, they added the wolves in the search."

"Honestly why do they insist on having me marry their daughter. Haven't I made my point clear enough on our last meeting? Clearly calling them a family of *** kissers was not enough! They wouldn't have the status and acknowledgment of the Circle if not for their son's death. Who might I add was the only honorable person in their bloodline!" Nikolai's blood boiled at the very memory that his own voice hurt his ears.

"That was a careless move. And now they will have your head for that. Calling them as such infront of guests wasn't smart and very unlike you. Do pray tell what led you to such a foul mood that you completely lost your common sense!" His father was enraged slamming his fist on the desk as vials fell to the floor pouring their contents onto the bear fur beneath.

"What I did was nothing for I would have done something more if not for the treaty you signed. The Ferrer's were plotting on us, saying that with mother ill, their daughter would have to stand as the lady of the house once she marries into the family. Sick people they are, wanting more than they could ever chew. All they want is for their family to join in our ranks!" I retorted with great disgust.

"But that does not mean humiliating them was the way to finish it! You only made it worse." Giving out a long huff, tired, his father finished his drink in one go and went to grab another cup, pouring some wine he handed it out to his son. "One more drink together before you have to go...."

Nikolai declined and started walking towards the door. He didn't want to hear anymore. "I have tried everything in my power to lift your mother's curse and still to no use. She gets worse with each passing day....and now with you in this mess you have stirred...Nikolai,my son. You know my decision is to protect you and possibly find a way to decline their betrothal. But with the wolves added in the mix I fear that they no longer wish for their daughter to be married to you but wish you dead instead. If something were to happen to you boy there would be no one else to hold back the Flames of Regor."

Stopping dead in his tracks Nikolai knew his father's word held facts he could not ignore. Gritting his teeth in anger, he suddenly had a thirst for alchohol and went back to his father chugging the wine in one go and slamming the glass down in frustration.

The Ferrer's were indeed a bunch of ***-kissers, but also cunning snakes who's fangs lay bare to those who oppose them unafraid to use any means possible. Honeyed forked tongues they had to be able to get this much help from the wolves.

"Pack your belongings and have them shipped to this address."

Giving him a piece of paper his father sat looking at his own glass of wine swirling it around with a downcast glare.

"You want me to move to Edinburgh?"

Nikolai couldn't help but raise a brow at his father's place of choice. It wasn't a very low key place at all! The place was ridden with lower class Fayes and an annoying amount of vampires!

"A friend of mine will be hosting you there. She will make sure you are veiled until this is sorted." Looking at him his father suddenly inspected him from head to toe,and if there was anyone,anyone at all who could make him feel inferior it was his dad. For Nikolai held his father high and respected him greatly.

"And do something about your hair,it will give you away."

Then with a wave of his hand Nikolai was transported back to his room. The lights turned on as if it was giving him one last view.

Anger boiled in his veins as he felt as if he was insulted! He never was one to run. But he knew his father better than anyone, there was more to this than what his father let on. With a heavy haert he then packed his clothes by hand. Sure he could have used magic to get it done quicker but a part of him wanted to slack as if it would change anything. With the last of his belongings in his bag he zipped it close and conjured a packet which contained a glamour spell. Standing infront of his mirror and grabbing a handfull of the translucent powder he sprinkled it above him as spoke with clarity and intention.

"Copper to Coal; Green to Blue; Change my Hue into a new you. Hidden from their gaze your true form will now be erased."

Slowly his once long Copper hair turned to black and his light green eyes were swarmed with blue smoke. He could see light dance from inside the smoke as if coming to life, it went for his eyes. It stung, but for the spell to work he must endure. It took a few more seconds for the smoke to disperse, blinking, he couldn't help but hiss at the stinging pain in his eyes. He motioned to get rid of his family ring which was another dead give away but opted to transform it into an earring and placed it on his left ear.

"Still quite the piece of work you are."

His grandmother walked into his room, her walking stick was making small clicking sounds against the wooden floor. As usual his Grandmother had her hair in a high bun as strands of grey hair fell around her face, age had truly caught up with her and that was saying alot considering that she was now 112 years old.

"Don't flatter me Nana. You know how I feel about it." He playfully crunched his nose and rolled his eyes.

"Just speaking the truth lad. Now be good and bring this with you,this way I know where you are at all times."

It was a necklace,a mere black rope braided together with a single red stone along with one silver bead on each side beaded into it. Simple on the outside but he could sense the magic casted with it.

"Hurry now. Your father is waiting downstairs." He could tell his grandmother was on the verge of crying so he just shoved the necklace into his back pocket and gave his grandmother a quick peck on the cheek before swiftly going down the stairs and rushing to the living room. A lump formed in his throat feeling sad for once since his unexpected evacuation. He couldn't bear to see his Nana cry.

His black duffel bag was rather heavy considering the amount of stuff he brought with him, he had to make sure his foot was properly stable before taking another step down. Until his focus was broken when he heard the hushed voices of his father and a woman who's voice he didn't recognise.

"Thank you for this."

Said his father.

"Oh hush, it is the least I could do for and old friend."

He decided to eavesdrop a bit, peeking in between the 2nd floor and the stairs he gripped the railings tight as he placed most of his weight on his hands leaning forward with his head.

There with his father was a woman clothed in purple. Her long sleeves ended with ruffles on her wrist matched with a pencil skirt rimmed with identical ruffles around the rim. He knew she was older than she looked for he saw past the Age pacer spell the woman used. It was not uncommon for some wizards and witches to use it,infact it was as common as plastic surgery was to the normal humans, just safer and long lasting.

"Does he know?" The lady asked alarmed.

"No,and I think it is better that way."

his father solemnly replied.

This took him off-guard that his grip suddenly loosened making him loose his balance. He quickly conjured wind to aid him back upright but that caused a loud Wooosh making his presence known.

"I know you're there. Might as well come out." His father demanded sounding grumpy all of a sudden.

"Oh my have you grown indeed! The last time I saw you was when you were still five!" the woman exclaimed. Suddenly she pulled him in for hug then a strong scent of Lavender hit his nose, feeling an urge to sneeze he held it back as it would most definetly be rude. Luckily she let go and further gushed to his father about how he got more of his mother's side more than his father's side of the family.

He left them to talk and gazed out the window of their manor. The sun was barely peeking at the horizon as the last of the autumn breeze blew past the trees wh. He could even see his horse grazing on the grass and couldn't help but chuckle as he saw it mess the bed of Valerians again. He was sure their gardener would have a fit later on.

"We will have to change your name,no buts. From now on you will be Mikeal Guidecelli the son of my bussiness partner Mr. Guidecelli-your father- who lives in Italy. Your reason for staying would be that your father has applied you for scholarship in Windsor Colleges."

The woman said getting his attention as her hands fluttered about with every word.

"Excuse me,what?" He was appalled "First you make me change my appearance!" He said pointing at his father. "Then now you want me to change my name?! Alright what on earth is going on here?"

He new he was being unreasonable and probably sounded stupid but most of his anger was on the secrets his father kept from him.

"In time I will tell you,but for now please do as Matilda says and keep yourself as low profile as you can. Which means no late night clubbing young man." His father said sternly. Now it was his father's turn to look him in the eye to which he did not waver. He could only huff in frustration.

"Let us go then." the woman who he now knew as Matilda chimed and was overly cheerful about this seemingly unfazed by the passed tension between him and his father which rather irritated him.

They set on foot to the hill just a few miles away from the manor. There stood a statue of the greek god Hermes looking green from all the years passed as rust ate away at the statue's feet.

"Aprire " His father spoke then soon a light emerged from the statue stretching and forming itself into a blue vortex right infront of them. Stepping into the portal they walked on air with nothing but the same blue light swirling surrounding them as lighting bolts went crashing and crackling as it hit one another. Soon a white dot surfaced beside him he reached out to it but Matilda stopped him.

"Not yet." she said pulling his hand away from the dot. A red one appeared infront of them this time he was pulled,he could see his father heading for the dot too as he felt Matida grip his forearm tight.

"Hold on!" She yelled as the crackling intensified,light flooded his eyes making him wince,struggling to adjust at the sudden brightness. He was now on solid ground wobbling on his feet.

He could here people talking, as cars honked and zoomed around. Then a loud succession of musical bells rang,it was noon.

"That taxi I called should be here any minute now." Matilda said finally letting him go. By now his sight gradually came back as he surveyed their surroundings.

They were infront of a Cathedral. The wind was rather chilly but the sky was clear so he knew it wasn't going to rain.

A few more seconds later a man inside a taxi hollered from the roadside.

The ride was silent until they came to a stop infront of a boutique.

"Tilly's Boutique" He read the bright pink sign aloud,as he closed the door behind him. It was a rather small shop situated at the corner and stuck beside many more shops to its right. Boxy and transparent as it had huge glass windows all around.

Walking in, a bell chimed overhead announcing their arrival.

There he saw rows and rows of dresses and suites but what caught his attention was the crest above the cashier wall.

A Blue shield with a white crow, its feathers were tufted around its head looking like crown as beneath its feet was what seemed to a black bull horn. Silver was used to outline its talons while its wings were spread out in flight.

"Ah Matilda darling nice to finally see you again." his gaze was torn away from the crest as he turned to see a man dressed in a black polo and brown squarepants come in the boutique.

Turning his gaze to Matilda he saw fury cloud her eyes as she muttered something under her breath before turning around sharply that her heels screeched against the marble floor.

"You couldn't have picked a better time to intrude do you Rupert?" He could see that this woman was clearly at the end of her rope,she gritted her teeth as her hands closed into a fist so tight that her knuckles turned white.

This was not looking good,specifically for the man.

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