A/N: Sometimes, I wondered what was going on in Jax's mind throughout season 2...this is a story of my guesses.
Prologue
*Ring Ring*
I bit my lip, then slowly opened the laptop, clicking the 'Enter' button.
"Hello sir." I greeted the black silhouette of a man that was my father.
"Jax. Is everything ready?"
I nodded. "Yeah. Everything's unpacked, and I got my school uniform."
He sighed, clearly annoyed. "I meant, your plan with the Chosen One."
I nodded again. "Yes. I go in to Iridium High, charm her, date her, then use her to destroy the Magic Realm, with the last light of the Fool Moon."
"Correct. Now don't disappoint me, as you usually do. We can't afford to have you screw this up."
I bit back the frustrated growl. "Yes, sir."
"Remember, her name is Emma Alonso."
"I know, you told me a thousand times."
"Control your tongue around me boy." He warned.
I sighed. "Yes, sir."
He didn't bother saying goodbye as the video chat cut off. I released a breath as I shut the laptop. Laying back on my bed, I watched the ceiling.
"Now, the Magic Realm is divided into two groups. Good witches and wizards, and bad witches and wizards."
"What are you and Dad?"
"I am a good witch, but your father is a bad wizard."
My five-year old self lit up with anticipation. "And what am I?"
His mother smiled. "That's up for you to decide. However, I hope you'll choose to be good."
I hope you'll choose to be good. Those words have forever haunted me, urging me to follow in my mother's footsteps. For seven years, I was good. I was the perfect son. But then, when I was eight, and Leana was giving birth to my twin sisters, she died.
My entire attitude changed after that. I started getting arrogant, cocky, rebellious. I made my father buy me leather jackets, along with black and gray outfits. I worked for endless hours, perfecting my magic.
Of course, Dad couldn't have been more proud of the sudden change. He eagerly taught me many spells. In fact, when I was eleven, I used an invisibility spell to spy on him, and saw him perform the cloning spell.
He was in his office, suit on, when he rose from his black leather chair. Red magic swirled around his index finger as he spun it around the top of his head.
"So many places to go, people to see. I can't do it all, make another one of me."
That spell was my saving grace, I used Junior for everything. Homework, doctors appointments, dentist appointments, etc. My life was essentially a breeze. My teachers were ecstatic about the A's on my tests, and from then I never failed again.
Then one day while I was looking through one of my father's magic books, I found the cloning spell. Turns out, it was illegal. Extremealy illegal, if the Council found out you did it, they wouldn't hesitate to take their powers. Including the Chosen One.
That's when I asked my father about the Chosen One. He replied that they're extremely powerful, get a ton of perks...and that I wasn't it.
Soon, things began to get worse. He started seeing me as a failure, mostly because I got in trouble for my rebellious behavior in school. However, I soon fixed that by learning the memory wiping spell.
He also got really angry whenever I'd mess up with a spell. He'd continually yell at me, telling me I needed to get better, that as his son I should be the most powerful wizard, and to do that, I needed to be perfect.
I chuckled darkly. The girls seemed to think that I'm perfect.
Then there was the time when I played in the basketball game. I could barely get past the other team's defense, so I cast a spell to make invisible wings on my back. I didn't fly around, but did major leaps, every time slam ducking the ball in the basket.
Somehow, the Council found out, and threatened to take my powers. Dad got me out of it, but wouldn't let me hear the end of it for weeks. If I was going to be like him, I'd have to not get caught.
Like him. That's when I realized that I was turning into my father, that I'm becoming a bad wizard.
Ever since then, Leana's words sometimes appeared in my head, asking me to be good.
I scoffed. It was obvious that I take after my father, it's about time I started to realize it. I'm not a good wizard.
