Author's Note:

Ah, here we go. Next chapter. To that person who followed and added this story to their favorites, thank you. People like you motivate me. (In case you're wondering why I didn't exactly say your name, well it's just weird for me. Although I would most certainly reply to reviews, in which case I would actually say the person's name, I wouldn't say someone's name because they follow/favorite this story, it's weird, and just not really something someone should do I guess?)

Anyways. The last chapter ended with the fact that Ethan Luke can't remember a thing on what happened in the forest, and we closed the chapter with an angry Philippe. So, in this chapter, finally, the true nature of the Esteinn's gift is revealed. Excited? Same here. So, let's go!

Another thing, if you see a character's name in bold and italic and at the start of a part of a story, it means that it is written in that person's POV (Point of View).


Chapter 3: Esteinn's Gift

Trevor

"I can't remember." Luke said with a confused look on his face. My attention quickly became focused on Luke. He had a panicked look on his face, and he was looking at me like I had the answer.

I guess that's what i'd get for being overprotective and always giving half-assed explanations why.

"What do you mean you can't remember? That's ridiculous! It just happened moments ago!" Amy's father almost yelled. Even though Philippe is most certainly one of the most disciplined men I have met and was always the one to keep his cool, he was certainly not bothering to hide his outrage this time.

"Please calm down. I'm sure-" I started but I was quickly interrupted by Casey.

"I remember what happened." Casey suddenly spoke. Everyone's attention was now back on her. "Ethan bravely came out of his hiding place and yelled at the bandits to stop. He killed one of the bandits."

"He killed one..." Philippe repeated. "How?"

I stopped myself from saying a nice word in front of everyone.

"Magic." Casey answered. At this, Luke's eyes widened along with Amy's parents. I gave off a sigh. I quickly stole a glance at Jac, who (of course), maintained a straight face. "He made the bandit's axe float in the air, then violently fall at his face."

"Wha... what?" Ethan said in disbelief. "Th-that's just - I don't know any type of magic!"

"We'll discuss that later." Trevor suddenly said. "Do continue Casey."

"After that, one of the bandits fired an arrow which hit Ethan in his shoulder. It seemed to snap him out of focus as he wasn't able to defend himself anymore."

"And that's when we came." I announced. "By that bracelet, we were able to see where you were. The moment it glowed, it showed us where you were by creating a magical signal which only us, your parents would be able to sense. Jac took Ethan away, while I took care of all the bandits and brought Amy back." He finished.

"A single man taking down a whole encampment of bandits?" The father asked. Based on the look on his face, he didn't exactly believe what I said.

"I wouldn't blame you for not believing me Philippe. But I am sure you'd believe it if your own daughter confirmed it." I said, looking at Casey intently.

Philippe turned his gaze towards Casey, who only nodded.

Silence followed the exchange. Ethan was looking at everyone nervously.

"Well. In any case, instead of pointless arguments, why don't you just thank my son for saving your daughter?" I finally said.

"Thank you." The mother said.

"Thanks." The father followed.

"What about that magic Ethan used? What was it Mr. Firegaze?" Casey asked.

Her parents looked at me expectantly. I sighed and scratched the back of my head. I actually forgot we had to discuss it. I looked at Jacqueline for confirmation, and she nodded.

I was hoping she wouldn't.

After a few moments of hesitation, I finally spoke. It was time for Ethan to know who he is. "The magic he used was his gift, the Esteinn's gift. Allow me to demonstrate." I raised my hand, channeled my power through my palm and transferred it to a cup nearby, making it float, with a faint white glow below it.

"Levitation?" Philippe asked.

"Not exactly." I answered. I gently put down the cup. "I am a direct descendent of Richardus Esteinn, the first Esteinn. He named his followers The Esteinns, and he transferred his powers to his most loyal followers, who gave it to their own, and so on. My wife is only part Esteinn, as she is mix of a normal human and an Esteinn."

"Normal human? What sets you aside from normal humans?" Mrs. Alistairre asked.

"We can manipulate an area's gravity to an extent." Jac answered.

"That is true indeed." I affirmed. "But you may ask, how come we're never heard of?" I let a dramatic pause before I spoke again. I repeated what my father told me when I was a kid. "We were once living freely amongst the normal humans, we were the most powerful magic users as our gift gave us an edge. But soon enough, normals became frightened of us. And so they hunted us."

A flash of lightning that was seen through the window streaked across the sky, followed by the sound of thunder. Sure enough, it started raining.

"We were forced into hiding. Most of us were killed, few were able to hide. We are now scattered across Azeroth, our powers lying dormant inside our bodies. The next generation of Esteinns might not even know they have their gifts, as their parents desperately tried to forget who they are for the fear of their own safety."

After a few moments of uncertainty, Philippe finally spoke. "Why are you telling us this?" He asked.

I let a smile form in my lips. "You deserve the truth." I replied. "If you didn't know, it would be very possible that you jump to conclusions, and of course, you would start investigating, start asking around and in the blink of an eye, our existence is known."

"How do you know we won't spread the word about you?"

He said it. I let my smile turn to a smirk. "I didn't. But the moment you asked that question, I knew you wouldn't."

"Anyways, Father." Luke suddenly said. "How come you never told me about the gift? And how come I never saw you use it?"

I gave him an apologetic look. "I never use it frequently because it is risky. And I never told you until I was sure you were ready." I turned my attention to the Cliffinsons. "Although our existence is long thought to have ceased, our tales forgotten, history tends to repeat itself, which is why me and Jac sparingly use it. Very few know about us."

Philippe put his right fist on his left chest. "I, Marshall Philippe Cliffinson, swears to guard your secret for as long as I am alive. Expect my family to do the same. I swear it on the honor of my family."

"That settles it." I smiled, satisfied. "Anything else you'd want to know?"

"No. I think me and my family would leave. It looks like the rain wouldn't let up anytime soon." Philippe answered, looking outside through the window.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like to have dinner with us?" Jacqueline asked with a smile.

"I would love to take you up on that offer, but we would like to go before the streets get flooded." Philippe replied, smiling.

"Then allow me to escort you three out." I offered.

We walked towards the door, which led outside. Judy surprisingly created an umbrella from ice, which startled me as it appeared out of nowhere. She made a pretty large one as it fit all three of them. I waved them goodbye as they walked towards their home.


Moments later...

Ethan Luke

I looked at the door where Casey and her family walked out of. Everything was a blur. A literal blur, not the usual everything-went-so-fast blur but the I-can-barely-remember-anything blur. It was as if I was really drunk - as if my brain just stopped recording everything that's happened in that moment. This power inside of me.

I looked at the bracelet that Casey gave me. A simple silver bracelet with my name, "Ethan Luke" on it. Beautiful, but every time I look at it, the scene from before just forces its way into my mind.

'Ah! Let me go!' Casey screamed as she thrashed around. She was being dragged out of the tents by hair, and she had a nasty wound on her arm. Anger quickly boiled inside me as she kept thrashing around.

One of the bandits started tearing at her dress, causing her to scream more.

And then the next thing I remember was the an intense pain on my shoulder, and the feeling of something warm running down through my arm and down to the ground. All of a sudden, the bandits were right in my face, and I was sure I was gonna die. But my father came and saved the day. I passed out as he was taking the bandits down though, so I missed a hell of a lot.

"It looks nice doesn't it?"

I held back a few curses and glared at my father, who was laughing.

"I'll help your mother prepare dinner." He finally said when he stopped laughing.

He kept chuckling as he walked towards the kitchen though.

Ethan sighed to himself and again, fixed his gaze on the bracelet.

Beautiful, yet with a history. An unpleasant one at that.

It's something I would prevent from happening again. I swear it.


Author's Note:

Phew. That is the Esteinn's gift. Control over gravity. Think of all the possibilities. Sorry for the short chapter.

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