FASH: I am sooooooo sorry for the slow update! My user account wouldn't let me sign in and I couldn't update for two days! Don't hate me! hate the computer! (Cries.)On an other note. (Coughs.)Here we go, they chapter we (Or at least I.) have all been waiting for, the explanation of his curse, and how his mother is connected to the origins of his curse. And just for the record, I will once again remind you, that this whole chapter is basically kind of like a flashback format…. I think…
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A little, chibi, seven year old Tyson was making his way home, clasping a daisy in his small hands, his mother had not been well lately, she had been staying up all night, reading books with weird symbols on the front, when Tyson had asked her about it, all she'd say was. "I am finding a way to bring us closer together."
Tyson frowned, the over exaggerated facial expression made him look even cuter, but the look in his eyes was enough to keep random girls from screaming and hugging him in the middle of the street. 'What does mommy mean 'closer together'? Aren't we close already?'
Alas, Tyson's mother had wanted the 'perfect' family, one mother one father, one son, and one daughter, she still loved her youngest son, but she hungered for a daughter, someone to dress up in pretty little gowns, to watch romantic movies with, to give advise on boys, to finally see walk down the isle, and then have grandchildren. But she had another son… And so she began to study. She began looking up books on witchcraft, spells, enchantments, anything she could find that would solve her plight, and she found it, nestled in the back of an old book she had found in a nearly abandoned corner of the library, she had found it. But the seven years she had spent searching had affected her, she was sick, very sick, she could hardly move, her skin was white and like ice to the touch, but her eyes burned with hope, hope, and insanity…
Tyson fearfully entered the house, all the lights were off, it was completely dark except for a few flickering candles. "Mommy?"
Lora Grainger walked towards her son, she was wearing flowing black robes and she smiled at her son, kneeling down to his level.
"I-I p-picked this for you mommy." Tyson said, showing his mother the wilting flower. Lora smiled, taking the flower into her hand. "Tyson, do you want to become closer to me?" Tyson, not understanding, nodded a little, Lora smiled, grasping her child's hand and pulling him along into a darkened room, his room. Tyson's bed had been pushed back and heavy black drapes covered his window.
Tyson saw wired markings on the floor, like the one he saw on his mommy's books, there were candles too, making the symbol look very sinister as light flickered along it.
"Mommy?" Tyson looked around the room, very scared, he didn't like this. 'What's going on, I don't like the dark.'
"Tyson honey, come here." Tyson's mother was sitting near the centre of the odd symbol and she beckoned him to sit in front of her, right on the centre.
"Now Tyson, mommy wants you to hold onto some things for her, will you do that for mommy?" Tyson nodded and Lora handed her son two things, a lock of her hair, and a pink rose.
"Now, mommy is going to say some funny words now, but in the end, we'll be closer together than ever."
She clasped her hands together and closed her eyes, the candles flickered eerily as she began to chant. "Menkyo wgaga youji tame hensen tame ikuraka ketsu kirenai teiku yochi okeru riariti. Dearou waga youji rinban urahara-" (Permit my child to change to something that cannot take place in reality. May my child turn opposite-)
"LORA! What are you doing!" Tyson's father had walked in, the spell was not finished, but it had started to take an effect, Lora had used powerful magic, and although it would not take its full affect, a violet aura surrounded Tyson, one that matched Lora's eye, as Lora's lock of hair busted into smoke, and the pink rose wilted and crumbled into dust.
Tyson watched regretfully, his mommy was going away, when he asked his daddy why, he told him that his mommy was sick, and that she was going to a asy- asyl- assylin…….. Some kind of special hospital.
Tyson was, tears coursed down his face, and for a few seconds, although nobody noticed, his eyes flashed violet, the same shade as his mother's eyes, and the aura that had been surrounding him….
The birth of 'Taylor Grainger' would begin that night; it would be the first time Tyson changed, it would be the most confusing moment of his life, and it would cause many things to happen to him in the future.
One thing for sure, Tyson's life would never be normal, and it wasn't meant to be, but Tyson knew why he had the nightly change, why he went though so much pain…… Because of his mother.
FASH: Wow, this is more like my usual chapters, short, sweet, simple, and very, very……. Odd. Anyways, I hope this explains a couple of things… OH! And the symbol that keeps being mentioned is the wiccan symbol… I think, it's the pentagram, I think that's what it's called, you know, I kind of looks like the star of Jerusalem? Anyways, just so you know…. Goodbye! Leave a review!
