Seven years later

James Hamilton held his newborn son in his lap. Alexander babbled incoherently, while holding onto a rose James had intended to give to his 'wife.' But the infant seemed transfixed on it, so he could not bring himself to take it away from little Alex.

Life was definitely looking up for the Hamilton's. From the moment James had laid eyes on Rachel, he knew she was the one. He was willing to do anything for her, even after she told him of her darkest secret. But it didn't matter to him, that she was married. They could make it work, he had thought, and they lived happily under the guise of marriage.

Rachel didn't inform James of her other secret, however; so it was quite a shock for him to see his youngest son's hair turn a shade of rose red right before his eyes. He blinked in shock, but Alex's hair remained the color of the flower.

This was new. He ran to get Rachel, telling her that she wouldn't believe her eyes. "It's like magic, love!" he shouted out while dragging her back to Alex's bedroom. "I was just holding him and his hair..." James stopped in confusion, for Alex's curls were back to their normal shade of ginger. The child was fast asleep, the rose discarded on the ground.

Rachel just gave him a look of amusement. She must think I've had too much to drink, James concluded as she pushed him into their bed. Had he touched any bottle today, he might have been inclined to agree with her. But he knew he was sober, so he stored the information away and hoped he wasn't going mad.

For if he was completely sane, it would mean that his son could work miracles.

The second time James saw Alex do something mysterious occurred around nine years later. Rachel pointed out that James Jr. and Alex lived on an island, and it was vital to teach them how to swim. So the family made their way down to a secluded cove, picnic basket in tow, and decided to make a day of relaxing in the tropical waters.

James Jr., who was well into his teens, learned quickly how to paddle around in the sea. He dove beneath the waves like a dolphin, laughing at his father's look of surprise for learning so fast. On the other hand, Alex, who was almost ten, refused to approach the water. He looked at it with fear and apprehension.

"Papa, the water's mocking me! What if there are monsters? What if I drown?" Alex said while standing stubbornly in the sand. He wasn't budging, so James had an idea.

He picked up his son and put him on his shoulders, and they slowly made their way towards the ocean. "Don't worry, you're safe up here! I won't let you get eaten by a sea monster, and I won't let you drown." James promised as they started wading into the water. "But Alex, if you don't want to fall, you need to stop moving. Alex, stop squirming-Alex!"

It was too late. Alexander fell towards the water: James envisioned the tears and braced for the inevitable.

But to the shock of all of the Hamiltons (who were looking on in horror,) Alex landed on top of the water. He stood up and looked down in surprise. He was walking on several feet of waves!

James snatched his son up and made his way towards the shore. The family walked back to their home in silence, lost in thought. Why and how could this have happened?

Rachel stopped her husband on the porch. She knew she had to tell him, for whatever he might assume would more likely than not be worse than the truth.

"Children, go inside," she told smaller James and Alex while slowly closing the door. "Your father and I have something we need to discuss." She grabbed his hand, trying to think of a way to explain without causing him to panic. She opened her mouth, but James interrupted before she could get out a word.

"I thought I was hallucinating when Alex was an infant. I mean, that was mad! But something else like this has happened again. Rachel, I do not intend to sound blasphemous when I say this, but our son has done works of God. It must be: Alexander must be a saint."

Rachel blinked. This was not the reaction she was expecting. He continued on.

"Walking on water was something that the Lord himself had done! I have seen a true miracle!"

"James-"she attempted to interject.

"I was not a religious man, but I think I must be a believer after what I have seen."

"James-" she tried again.

"I know the church refused to take our sons for education, but surely they must reconsider…"

"JAMES!" She bellowed. He finally turned to look at her. "I have something to tell you regarding the abilities of Alex and myself. He is not a saint." She took out her wand and took a deep breath.

"Avis." She muttered, and subsequently gave James a heart attack. A bright flash of light occurred, and all of a sudden there was a bird sitting on the end of the stick. Wand, he realized.

He stumbled back into a corner on the porch. The English pretended that witchcraft was something invented by poor, uneducated heathens. He, like most scots, knew better. He didn't know what to think. Was it all a lie? Did he truly love her, or was he under a spell?

He sat there frozen for some time, not saying a word. His son was not evil, he knew that. But how could he live with and love a witch? He finally managed to mumble out a few words.

"So Alex is like… you?" He said in a whisper. He received a nod in response. "I'm sorry…I…I have to go. This is… I can't…" He hopped over the porch fence and ran off. Rachel tried to call his name, but he was long gone.

The weather that day had been impeccable. There wasn't a cloud in the clear blue sky. But as James Hamilton ran away from the love of his life, boarding the first ship he reached, Rachel fell to her knees and started crying. The sky then joined her, a sobbing sea of gray.

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