Drama.

Drama everywhere !

It's also the last chapter I'll post before christmas. I'll go back to my 'One Day, One Chapter' on the 30rd. Happy christmas/Hanouka/Holidays everyone !

~*~*~*~ The Magic In The Word 'Fate' ~*~*~*~

"Let's be realistic a second... They were dangerous. Would you really let such demons in the wild ?!"

"How were they dangerous ?" Arthur lightly asked, trying to hide his indignation.

"They made those men disappears !"

"He was trying to protect his son Francis. I'm pretty sure if there was some pretty mad man running after you and your son, you would have done the same."

"I wouldn't have use magic."

"You only say so because you can't control it tosser." He rolled his eyes, and looked down in a random book, wanting to relax a little.

So Francis was just like the others... Even if he thought of him as a human as he seemed completely obvious to it. Was Arthur ready to keep such a secret from the other for a good while when he'll finally attend college and integrate the society ? If it was only for him, he would gladly stay in the forest, where no one could put down any rules on him.

Then he thought about his brothers. They were the only reason he kept trying to integrate real life. Plus... It was... Lonely back there.

"I don't recognize you anymore..." Francis mumbled, trying to meet the other's gaze.

"What ? You're accusing me from having a different opinion from yours ?" He sharply looked back at the other.

"It's like you were one of those demons ! You defend them like they were your friends or something. It's creeping me out. You always told me you wanted to hear nothing about them and now, you just... Changed !"

"I'm sorry I don't have the same point of views as you do, I can't bring my head so up in my ass like you do !" He closed the book quickly and raised up, leaving. He wasn't feeling to get the discussion further. To his bad luck, Francis followed him.

"Can't you just calm down for once ?! God, you're always so upset !" He raised up his voice, not having the librarians anymore.

"Leave me alone frog !" Arthur growled.

Yet, the Frenchman continued to follow him, trying to reach his pace. Arthur wasn't going to be able to get the twins at Mrs. Andersson. He then got out from his pocket a small paper, darkened by many writings here and there. It was something he created some days ago. It was only to be used in urgent case. He ripped down the paper and the small sheds of paper morphed into black smoke. It was going to teleport the twins to their house. At least, he was on his way to join them.

"No, this conversation is not over. Why are you always so mad at me ? What have I done wrong ?!"

The young sorcerer didn't answer and finally reached the forest before Francis called his name again, would he really never give up ? He just wanted to be alone !

"You never listen to me, that's why you wanker !" He shouted back, gritting his teeth right after.

The Frenchman finally reached the other, stopping him by putting his hand on the other shoulder.

"Arthur Kirkland, what are you hiding from me ?"

The pressure, the fear, everything crashed on him just like a truck, breaking down all the trust he has build up behind his invisible walls. Without taking much time, he casted up fireballs in his hands and thrown it right into Francis' face. The first few one weren't suppose to burn him physically, no.

Francis took a few steps backward, away from Arthur, hiding his eyes with his hands. They were burning him badly, though it was only an hallucination. It was part of the process, his eyes were slowly changing.

Arthur knew it very well, non-magical people had a really different view. Meanwhile sorcerer could see magic creatures such as pixie, human couldn't. Plus, under a wizard's vision, Arthur would look really different. With a little hope, it would scare Francis away, enough for him to never come back. Maybe he and his brothers would have to move away once again, but he didn't care much anymore.

He was hurt, and it was all he could feel.

When Francis opened up his eyes again, the man in front of him was very much different. He had dark green dragon like wings attached to his back, his nails were literally turned into claws, his teeth were fangs and two pitch black ram horn were coming out from his head. Yet, even under this monstrous form, his eyes were the same emerald green, the same the kind Arthur had.

The environment also seemed to be different, the tree seemed even more darker than before, like if they were burned and that their coal kept their shapes. The sky... The sky though was beautiful. The tone of blues were quite different, matching the white of the sun way better. The cloud even seemed fluffier. Not that any of this caught Francis' attention.

"A demon..." He gasped and fall back on his butt.

Arthur simply stared at him, growling dangerously. "I'm not a demon ! Alfred and Matthew aren't demons ! My family wasn't made of demons ! If it that was true, you would have been death days ago, or at least, have seen me at least once under this form."

Francis stayed silent. When he was about to speak up, he was cut short by scared squealing.

"Awthur ! Awthur !"

The twins appeared behind the sorcerer, hugging his legs tightly, crying. They both looked different as well.

They had matching dragon wings, Matthew's being black and Alfred's being white. Their horn was way smaller than their older brother's, just a little more greyish. As much as they looked like Arthur they seemed... Defenceless, purely innocent.

Arthur kneeled down, ignoring the Frenchman.

"We taught they caught you ! You always told us that if you teleport us, it's only because something bad happened, and we don't want anything bad happen to ya !" Alfred cried out, letting for one time, all his heroic mission of saving his big brother on side. Matthew simply nodded, sobbing.

"Don't worry lads, I won't let that happen so soon. I still have to protect you two after all do I ?" He hugged the twins, hiding them under his wings, then sharply looked back at Francis.

"You know nothing about us..."