This is the back story of Mephiles the Dark, but also leads into my Mephilver Story: Can You Love the One You Hate. It contains some necessary information to understand references in the later parts of the story. Please enjoy and tell me what you think.
Connor was walking into the woods. His nightmares had driven him from his full moon was shining brightly in a black sky. Few stars were visible that night for some unknown reason. Chills ran up and down his spine, he remembered almost nothing of his dream. All was forgotten but bright, suffocating flames and a name that was "Mephiles". The name was spoken in a hiss, like water being thrown into a burning noises in the woods echoed in his ears and though out his body. Traveling from his bed seemed regrettable now, Connor glanced around and he seen burning eyes in every shadow, he sighed why was everything so complicated. It was a nightmare nothing more. He stood there looking at the moon and he let a cold autumn wind cleanse him. Basking in its sweet presence, he stood there for what seemed like an eternity. Then he heard a stick break and all calming thoughts left him. He jerked and looked around ready to take on anyone or anything.
"Broder?" Said a sweet, little girls voice. All fear and apprehension instantly left him. Maggie, his little sister, mustt have missed him. Concern filled her little voice and eyes. Connor felt horrible for worrying her. He then walked up to her and picked her up.
"Maggie, I'm fine. I just needed some air," He said to her sweet little face. He caressed her face to calm her fried nerves.
"O-okay, I seen you leave your bed and I became worried. So I followed you," She said to him, "Can we go back now?" Connor nodded and began walking back to their house. Then a cold, biting dread filled him, but he pushed it deep inside. He kept walking not wanting to show any of the fear he felt. Maggie, then cuddled up to him, she was shivering. He looked at her and thought about how much his little sister cared about him.
"Mother is going to be mad if she finds out you left the house at this hour," Connor said to her in a nonchalant voice, as he kept walking. "Plus, imagine if you caught a cold, he scolded her lightly. Her eyes became huge as she looked up at him, horror clear on her face.
"Oh! Please don't tell Mother I was out! She would have quite the rage fit!" She pleaded with him. Her lips quivered as she looked in the direction of the house. "She wasn't even awake when I left. She was sound asleep. She won't know, please don't tell her!" Connor hadn't even thought about the fact he could have woken Mother up. He prayed they wouldn't when they got back. She was not right mentally, or anywhere close to anything sane. She hasn't been since their father had died. She even went as far as cutting her own arm off. If she woke up she would definitely have one of her unstoppable rage fits. He looked at Maggie and thought about how little she experienced of their sane mother.
"I won't tell mother unless you get sick," Connor stated matter-of-factually. "I would be better if I told her anyway. Even she wouldn't hit you if you're sick." With these words Maggie relaxed a little. He knew she hated being hit, but how like that anyway. Connor scolded himself for scaring her, he would never really tattle on her. Soon they approached their home.
"Shhh," He motioned to her. "be as quite as you can be." She then put her hands over her mouth.
When they got in to the house Mother was still asleep, luckily, they hadn't woken her up. He brought Maggie to her bedroom and tucked her in. He left as soon as she fell into sleep.