A/n: Hello people, Although I'm working on Entisement at the moment I've got this Idea for a new fic and I don't think it's been done before so brownie points for me! It's about Cal, lets face it, you either really hate the guy or you love him, it's alsoabout our belovedHunter, I know you all love him.
Here's the plot:
Cal was brought up with Selene unknowing she is evil, Selene is killed for her Magick by Amyranth, so having to grow up on his own since the age of 14, just after his initiation, Cal sets out to find his revenge on his Mother's killers, learning about himself along the way.
Hunter, the ex-seeker, kicked out of the council for not following through with his missions, instead desparate to learn about the disappearance of his Parents, he set's out to find the ones responsible for them having to hide.

The story is written in Hunter & Cal's POV

Hope you guys enjoy! please r&r!

Cal.

My search has lead me to this place, Northern Scotland is not the nicest of places to be, especially in conditions such as these and if your not sure where you are supposed to be. One of my contacts say they knew of awitch here that knew my mother.

"Hello?" I called out through the thickness of the fog, I could barely see a thing, I could sense another presence although who or what it was, was still unknown, uncaring of the sticky mud beneath my feet, or the harsh, unforgiving winds that whipped me acrossmy faceI trailed on, I knew I was getting closer.

From the age of 14, the eve of my initiation, my mother was stolen from me, and even though I heard no news from anyone about her disappearance, I knew she was dead. I felt it the second it happened. From that moment on I was thrown into care, and since I had no where else to go, I stayed. But the day of my 17th birthday I ran, I was determined once and for all to find out what happened to them.

As of yet I have found out nothing solid, only that my mother wasn't as kind hearted as I thought, she practised a bit of dark magick and many covens feared her power, she'd had dealings with many witches and she was infamous to witches world wide, however true my source were, it still doesn't excuse that a 14 year old boy was orphaned. News of my father... I don't care, he left my mother with me after he went and got another woman pregnant.

I called out to the fog again, "Who's out there?" A shadow emerged holding a candle, "Are ye alone?" the horse scottish accent asked, "I'm always alone" I said, the figure stepped forward, A man wearing a dirty white shirt torn across the chest, traces of blood stains marked it, he walked with a limp, his left eye was bruised and he had a cut across his cheek, his face was unshaven and his dark brown hair was ruffled.

"You do not know what I went through to get here tonight boy" he rasped, "You better be who you say" I nodded, "I speak no lies, I am Cal Blaire, son of Selene Belltower, tell me what you know" "Let me look at you boy" said the scotsman, grabbing my chin with an ice cold hand, he looked at my face and deep into my eyes. "Aye," he said, "Ye are Selene's boy alright"

I stumbled backwards after he loosened his grip, "Yes" I confirmed, "And what is your name?" I asked him, he smiled revealing his badly taken care of teeth, "Come with me boy" he said,

I followed the man, carefully watching my tread, "You didn't answer my question" I said as I followed, "No" he agreed, "But I will answer all of your questions soon enough, keep up"

Shortly, the fog began to clear and we arrived at what I can only describe a shack, "This is my lodge" he announced proudly, I pulled a face and carried on. The scotsman stopped me from entering, "Do not look down on my home when you don't belong anywhere" he warned, I apologised and he let me in.

Inside his lodge it was surprisingly warm, a big difference to the cold outside, I sat down on the armchair in front of the oversized roaring fire place, "Up boy my seat," the man snapped, obediantly I got up and sat on the floor.

"You knew my mother?" I asked him once he had made himself comfortable in his armchair, "Aye" he agreed, "I knew 'er" "Who are you?" I demanded, "My name is Benjamin McAlistair, I was a good friend of your mothers"

"Do you know what happened to her?" I asked, Benjamin nodded, "Aye," he said, "But first I have to tell you a story..."

Ooh theres going to be a lot of mystery in this story! I hope you liked the first chapter! Please review!