Nix Goodwitch was a silly type of guy.
He like most ten year old he didn't make much of being serious or following the rules. They seemed to be more of an hinderance to him then an actual way of "protecting" him.
Yes, even adopted lizard things tend to go to puberty. This fact seemed to astonish his mother to no end. Did she actually think he'll stay her little scaly bundle of moderate joy and stress.
But I digress. The important thing you need to get is that Nix rarely gets serious.
So, knowing that, why was he glaring at the television?
This wasn't the first time he glared at something. As Glynda sat in her couch leaning on one arm rest while her son took the other she could help but reminisce about all her time he threw a tantrum over one thing or another.
Especially that time when when he watched that movie about the dog. What was its name? Hachiko?
The only time she managed to get him out of the sadness induced state of anger was by buying him a pet. He normally tought that meant a dog.
He got a goldfish.
He called him mister Peppers the Immortal. The last part was added after the fish survived several what should have been fatal expiriences.
Except he didn't. Glynda is only extremely good at replacing Goldfishes. To a point where the people in the petshop almost placed a ban on her and her "fish genocide" ways.
Dust, that was embaressing.
Anyway.
Nix anger this time seemed to be directed towards the television. It was a good TV, nice and big with a nice picture quality. Yes even she appreciated TV at times. She hoped Nix wouldn't smash it.
He wasn't a violent person. Just knew how to blow a fuse. A lot.
Glynda knew of course that he wouldn't smash the TV. His anger wasn't on the apparatus more on what currently shown.
It where the news, more directly the News show of the VNN. Currently the new reporter the got Lavender Whatsherface was talking about a Grimm attack on a village on the outer edge of the kingdom. Pictures of ruined homes, torn streets and ruined destroyed walls were shown with the occurring sight of Atlas soldiers searching the ruins for survivors.
Glynda payed it no mind. She seen it all unfortunately, and now the only thing she could do 'bout it is help other people archieve the necessary expertise to stop it from happening.
It didn't feel as if it enough. But it wasn't supposed to.
Beside her Nix tail swayed side to side, like a viper waiting to spring on her target.
"You okay, Nix?" asked Glynda. She was going to find out what bothered her charge. She really couldn't have him run around all angry. People mind get hurt.
Nix only now noticed his mother was talking to him turned, his eyes a bit widened by surprise. He quickly looked to the side which , ironickly, meant back at the time.
"It-its nothing. Just thinking."
"Quite a bit of thinking it must be for you to make a face like that. Don't strain youself."
"Oh har har." Despite his demeanor Nix couldn't shake of the little smile that came from her quilp.
Glynda considered it a small victory. She would still press for more tough.
"You know can tell me everything, right?"
Nix looked down a bit, guilty visible in his eyes. He didn't like not telling stuff to his mother. She was always honest with him.
He had to return that kindness.
"Its just. Those people, in the news. Every day so many of them get hurt. Its just so –"
Glynda cut trough his response like a knife trough butter.
"Frustrating?" Nix turned his head to his mother to see her leaning back against the couch watching the celling."Powerless? Angry? Furious? A combination of all these four?" she let out a humorless chuckle.
Nix couldn't only faintly nod.
"I know what you feel Nix. I've been there where you are. You don't want to see people suffer. I guess its nice to see that you grown so kind, means I at least did a good job raising you."
Nix looked at her, his none existent brow raised, questioning what she was getting at.
"You want to become a hunter." Said Glynda she turned her head towards her son. Her pride and joy.
She couldn't blame him. He grew up at Beacon. Everyday he was surrounded by people training to become guardians. Protectors.
Heroes.
Of course he would grow to like the idea of protecting people. Of being hailed as a hero by the people he swore to protect.
Its just the part that Nix and most of the people who end up wanting to become hunters fail to think about.
Like the times they don't come back from a mission. The tought of those loved ones who await their return with baited breath cause every day. Every moment, the could get that fateful call.
But she understood those kind of people nevertheless for the choises they make.
After all she made the same one.
"You want to become a hunter. Don't even deny it." Nix looked down again. He fidgeted with the tip of his tail as his mothers eyes bore into him.
"Yes."
"Yes, what? I need you to tell me what you want."
Show me your conviction.
"I want to become a hunter."
There was it.
The look. The look of a person willing to put his life on the line. Even with his inhuman face the way Nix's eyes narrowed in determination, it couldn't be anything else.
Resolve. The key thing to every huntsman and huntress. If you weren't willing to jump into the jaws of danger all the training in the world didn't mean anything. It was something many students no matter their impressive amount of skill lacked.
Yet here a ten year old being of another complete species was willing to become a huntsman.
A pillar of civilization.
Glynda chuckled at the thought as hugged Nix holding him close. His face pressing against her shoulders.
"Mom? Are you alright?" asked Nix as all he could do was hug her back.
"I am alright Nix." Said Glynda pushing away those ugly thoughts of her sons demise. "I am alright."
And truly she was. Her hearth was full of pride for her son. Her mind was already putting together a training regime.
It didn't make the tears stop as a realization hit her.
Her son was growing up.
