Note: Sorry for such a late update, my kiddos decided to share their lovely germs and no I am left with no voice and if you see a lung and a spleen there mine I coughed them up and lost them .
This Chapter is filled with some pretty dark and creepy events at the end xD Hope you enjoy
The day has finally arrived, placing his items that he wished the brats not touch or know he has. He leaves them with his parents. That was a visit he won't forget any time soon.
Knocking on the door to his mother and father's house in mystic meadows, his mother opens the door. Wrapping him in a big hug before he can even say hello he smiles warmly down at her.
"Hello mother, I hope all finds you well."
In this cruel world the he lives in only his mother has ever shown him any type of love. Pulling him inside while answering him,
"Oh Ceedykins, you look half-starved are you not getting enough to eat at that castle of yours?"
Chuckling lightly he reassure that he eats plenty and not to worry about him. Not wanting to hear any of it his mother pulls her wand out and starts making a feast for him. Sitting at the table he rolls his eyes to himself.
"Mother I have come to ask you a favor."
She frowns a tad.
"What you can't just stop by to say hi and see your poor old mother once in a while?"
Laughing,
"Oh mother we both know you can still hold your own in any type of situation and it's not a big favor I just need you to hold some on my stuff while I am away from the castle. The King has decided to enroll in a young sorcery program and I don't want those meddling kids touching my things while I am away."
His mother sits down at the table across from him now.
"Well tell me the reason why we have to watch over your things before I agree to this."
Clearing his throat he looks around the room.
"Well, father isn't here is he? I really wish for him not to know and for him to even consider thinking of informing the king."
His mother sits up straighter and leans in closer wishing to know what type of information her son was about to tell her even more so.
"Your father won't be home for quite a while it's his day with the other retired fools who think they can still whip each other at sorcery spells."
She says with heavy sarcasm in her voice. He laughs and relaxes a bit knowing his father wasn't in ear reach to judge him.
"Well mother the other day ago I had received a letter, one I had hope to get."
Before he was able to finishing his mother jumped up and hugged him.
"Oh, Ceedykins! You make your mummy so proud! Fallowing in my dark footsteps, of course we will care for you things, weather your father likes it or not!"
A moment later the door slams shut, a very disgruntled Goodwyn stands there. Taking large steps towards the table he looks down at his son with great disappointment.
"No son of mine is going to that devil of a place to study black magic."
Cedric tenses and looks down at the table listening to his father. His mother walks around in a protective stance.
"If OUR son wants to fallow my side of the family in the dark arts then we as his parents will let him do what he wishes to do with his life."
They continue to go back and forth with this argument for a while. In their distraction Cedric and gotten up and walked over to were the family wand was kept. He stared at it, zoning into himself. His eyes gloss over not able to stand being in his father constant shadow his constant disapproval of anything he does. His anger, his sadness, his own self loath, reaching out to grab the wand, he knows he will never receive it from his father unless he takes it for himself.
His hand just a grasps away from it he hears what sounds like miles away voices sounding, telling him not to touch it, that he was not worthy of having the family wand and at this rate won't ever have it. Hearing that made something in him snap, fueling the darkness that had been growing in him for some time. Delving into his darkness he snatches it.
Turning and facing his father the family wand at the ready, electricity sparks around the wand. A protection spell activates, so lost in his darkness he doesn't feel the electric burn forming on his fingertips. Seeing his parents lips move but not hearing a word.
Grasping tighter to the wand and uncontrolled by himself his lips move in a spell form in a language he is not known to know. A dark fog starts flowing from his hand and around the wand, covering the white family wand it gets darker and darker until the electricity sparks stop and the wand has turned as black as night. The burns on his hand start to slowly heal, His father looks mortified his mother has stepped away her husband and has the look of a proud mother of her dark sorcerer son. Taking a few steps closer to his father,
"Father, you have looked down on me since I was young. Treated me like I would never be anything, spat on my dreams and now that I have a chance to grow and take the path I want you spat on me some more. Well guess what, father. I will never be like you. I will never be a good sorcerer. This is who I am father and you should thank yourself. Your constant downgrading of me has feed this darkness in me and let it grow with the rest of the cruel shit world we live in. Now father, it's your turn to feel my pain, to know the hell I have lived."
Watching her son start to say a spell that would put her husband through hell and back she calmly walks over and slaps her son across the face. Snapping out of the darkness's grasp he looks down at her proud face.
"Son, I love you. I am proud that you will be fallowing my side of the family but that does not mean I will let you put your father, my husband through hell. Maybe another time but I still need him for the time being."
Cedric sighs pulling himself together, kissing his mother forehead he smiles back.
"I will write to you mother when or if I get the chance. Thank you for watching over my things. I will be going now. I will see you in a few years."
Using his new wand he teleports himself back to the castle tower.
Sitting on his stool he looks down at his new wand, the family wand. Still unsure on how he obtained it or why it's black he shrugs that fact off before standing up and leaving his tower for the last time as just Cedric the Royal Sorcerer, next time he sees this tower. This Castle it will be his and he will be King. Going downstairs to his send off from the Royal family, it was a simple goodbye as he flew off into a carriage into the town where he asked to be dropped off. Not wanting them to truly know where he was headed.
Once away from the Royal carriage he walks an hour and a half into the forest in a dense part of trees. Wormwood was on his shoulder and he flew up into a tree. Cedric sets his satchel next to the same tree while he prepares the area. Drawing a ritual circle in the dirt, he sets up candles and a few other odds and ends before finishing up.
Walking over and grabbing his satchel he puts it and walks over to the middle of the circle calling wormwood over, he looks down at his always faithful companion. He strokes his feathers.
"Oh Wormwood, you have been there for me since I can remember. Here in your old age years away from your last breath. You will get to serve me in the greatest way you will ever be able to."
The raven quacks at him in a nervous tone, before being able to fly away Cedric pulls out a knife from his satchel, forming a dark cynical grin on his face and drives the knife into his lifelong companion.
Wormwood falls limp into Cedric hands. Fresh blood flowing down the circle lights up in a dark ominous glow. The blood filling each nook that he had drew a moment ago. Once everything and filled Cedric recites a few lines to finishes the ritual.
The blood of the true and fateful servant
An innocent victim
A true friend to the end
I give you up to open the door
To the darkness that lies on the other side
Once he finishes the circle starts to turn and shrink onto the spot he stands. Then he vanishes from the spot he was, it now looks untouched like there was nothing that had happened.
Appearing in a large dark room, only a few candles were light around leaving a glow. Wormwood was no longer in his arm, the sacrifice was taken and any blood that had gotten on Cedric was gone. A man dressed in all black walks forward from the door in the room. The door was large and great and made the man look small, as the man approaches.
Only a few steps away from Cedric now, He pulls down his hood. His skin is as white as snow his hair is as dark as raven feathers and his eye's the same emerald green that look as if they belonged to his pet raven. Cedric takes a step back. The man grins.
"Hello Mr. Cedric. I will be your teacher while you are here. My name is, Wormwood."