Authors Note: THIS IS THE THIRD IN THE SERIES! PLEASE READ Children of Iron and Patience AND Midnight in Midtown FIRST! I wanted to call this Midgaurds Mysteries but I changed my mind. So instead my I present Son of Anger and Light. I own nothing. Please review.
1. Reasons for Adventure
Druin Angorson never knew his mother. He was the second son of Angor Setranson. He knew that Gilina Forsmitdaughter was not his mother but he never questioned his father. He looked up to his older brother, Tharins and guided his two younger brothers Helfast and Videnit. His life was a good one, or so he thought. But the day he reached maturity his father took him aside.
" My son, thou are my second born, second in line to lead this clan, second in line to lead the warriors of Vanihime, I know you are a bright lad. You hath known for many years that thou mother is not truly thy mother. Now you are no longer a child. Now you may know the truth. Thy mother was a mortal, from the realm of Midgaurd. She was a lady of the fairest beauty."
Druin was stunned. He sat down hard on the fallen tree that lay behind him. He had no idea that he was less than his brothers or father. For a moment he felt resentment rise into his heart. Since Loki's fall from grace twenty two years ago most had learned of his true parentage. Was he like Loki? His father seemed to read his mind he spoke.
"You are and always will be my son. You are nothing like the traitor and never shall you be. I tell you this only so you may know the truth of thy birth. Your next course of action is yours alone my son. Whatever your choice is I shall support you in whatever you do." Druin made his choice there. He had to find his mother. He had to go to Midgaurd.
Reilly Stark was not expecting this day to be unusual. Well any more than it normally was. She had spent near a month working with her brother and Peter Parker to remodel the old museum into their headquarters. After nearly a week of finding Peter sitting on the ceiling to fix the light she stopped finding things unusual. They were nearly finished and soon they could establish their headquarters officially.
So when a beam of light blasted a hole through the roof and knocked her flat on her ass she was a little more than surprised. It was huge and the color of a rainbow. She swore loudly and colorfully as she covered her eyes with her arm.
"What the hell!?" Peter called out from the door as clouds gathered and purple lightning flashed. He ran and was thrown back into a wall and Phil called out to his sister who was closest to the light. He couldn't see his sister, but he heard her call out.
"ALICI Armor protocol 24! Main hall! Now!" He could barely hear the whirring of the Armory reaching out to his sister, covering her in the armor that had saved so many already. Phil too was thrown back into a wall and grunted in pain as he hit. He heard a metallic cry of rage as pain seemed to split his scull in two.
Reilly's screen came online just in time for her to see her brother hit the opposite wall. He had no armor, no powers to protect himself with. He grunted as he hit. She cried out in anger. This was no natural storm. She would find the source and she would hurt it, badly.
The storm vanished as fast as it had appeared and in front of Reilly, who was now fully clad in the Midnight armor, she saw a boy. Normally she would have found him rather attractive. He was the kind of boy she never ran into, scruffy and rugged. Most boys she met were clean cut and nerdy. This one was obviously a hunter, and a warrior. His hair was a deep tan with caramel highlights that were so natural but his eyes were unusual, silver and intense.
He would be pretty, even handsome if he wasn't the cause of that storm. He was the one who hurt Phil. He was going down.