I got an idea for a new story in the middle of school, and I just had to write it down I got an idea for a new story in the middle of school, and I just had to write it down. Enjoy.

Warning: SLASH. M/M. I’ve warned you, so no flames. This will be the only time I’ll warn you either. And it should say in the summary. Cause this is the only kind of story I write. Also, there will be language.

You know what? I’m going to put it on M rating, just in case. I’ll change it if necessary.

I’m going to actually try and make these chapters long, because I have a tendency to not do so.

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything, except story, idea, and characters. Myths and legends used aren’t mine. I got them from somewhere else.

Do you ever have those mornings where you want to sleep all day, even though you have to get up for something adults say is important? I suppose we all do.

“Wake up.” No.

“I said get up.” Not now. Later.

“Evyn Edith Oliver, get your ass out of bed.” Make me.

“Fine, if that’s the way you want it.” Wait a minute… No!

“Gah!” I leapt from the bed, clutching my arm that now sported three long, bloody gashes.

“You’d think that you’d have learned by now.” Said Tanasha, leaping off my bed and onto the desk with a grace that only a cat could have.

She seems to be in a good mood this morning. Good for her.

I think she might have some of my skin under her claws. Not something I’d like to think about.

Tanasha is a half-breed, which is unheard of for a witch’s familiar. That’s because most witches are stuck-up asses that only expect the best for themselves. Not me, I’m happy with what I have.

She’s from my Mom’s familiar’s litter, and Chastity is a purebred Egyptian Mau.

Whether she is actually a half-breed or not is yet to be decided, since Chastity won’t point out who the father is, and, instead of having green eyes like all Egyptian Maus, she has blue. She was the only one born in the litter that had that color of eyes, and even if it was a mutation, the Council didn’t seem to care. Apparently mutations are a no as well.

The Council was making this huge deal about it, because she was different, but they eventually quieted down after they’d found we’d already bonded too much to be separated.

They weren’t happy about that, that’s for sure.

Too bad, they can just deal with it. Or maybe not, since I’m not sure how they actually would deal with something like that.

“Didn’t I just tell you to get up? Or do we have to go through all that again.” No, no, we don’t.

“I’m up, I’m up.” I tell her, and stretch, raising my hands as far as they could go above my head, the gashes already small scratches.

I start heading out of my room, before remembering that we had company that stayed the night. I doubt my little cousins and Aunt would like to see me walking around in my boxers.

I went through my dresser and closet before settling on a simple pair of blue jeans and T-shirt. Auntie probably wouldn’t like it, but then again, she doesn’t really like anything I do anyway. She’s one of those stuck-up asses I was talking about earlier. I guess I probably shouldn’t say that about her though, I mean, she is family, no matter how much I wish I wasn’t.

“Hurry up, and finish getting ready. Your Aunt is expecting you to be down in a few minutes.” Tanasha said, flicking her tail, her ears going back. She feels the same about my Aunt. The reason I hate the woman so much is because she is always trying to find someway to get rid of my precious familiar.

I’m not obsessed with my familiar, I swear I’m not. I just really, really love her, but not enough to call it bestiality. That would be just… wrong. But we’ve been with each other for the past fifteen years, sixteen next week.

You’d think she’d be getting old, like most cats. Well, you’re probably thinking most normal cats. But, as you can see, she isn’t. She’ll live as long as I will, which means she has about another two hundred years to go.

Bit of a long life span, I know, but that’s how it is for witches. At the moment, I’m nineteen in human years, but in witch years, I’m about nine and a half. Sucks that I can be considered both a responsible adult and a kid that’s barely reached his adolescent years. I’m like a kidult.

“Come on. We have to go. Let’s try not to make your Aunt mad.” Tanasha yowled, trying to hurry me up. I’m tempted to slow down, but I’d rather not be mauled to death.

“I’m goin, I’m goin. Besides, it’s not like Auntie won’t be mad whether I’m early, late, or exactly on time.” Seriously, there’s no winning with her. If I’m late, she gets pissed and tells me to come early. If I’m early, she tells me that I’m to early, and if I’m exactly on time, she tells me to come early. It annoys me. I bet she’s the kind of person who tells you to let the phone ring, until you know who it is when the answering machine comes on, and when you’re calling someone, tells you not to leave a message. See anything wrong with that? I mean, I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t be only her who did that.

I walked out the door, Tanasha following behind with her ears still laid back. I walked downstairs, passing two cousins on the way, who didn’t even look at me. Jeez, you let them stay in your home and they don’t even show any respect.

I got to the study, where I was supposed to meet my Aunt. She was already in there talking to Mom, and Chastity was lying on the windowsill.

“The boy is old enough, when are you going to stop mothering him?” Auntie was saying loudly, not noticing me standing in the doorway.

“Well, being as it is that I’m him mother, you don’t have to worry about that stopping anytime soon. It’s his choice if he want’s to leave, let him decide.” Mother said calmly.

“Go where?” I asked, and Auntie turned to me with a scowl.

“Just look at you. Your such a mess. I mean, your hair, it’s so… so… ugly.” I will say this once, my hair is not ugly. Auntie’s all about originality. I have blonde highlights, whoopee-freakin-do. “And it’s such a mess, have you ever even tried combing out that rat nest?” Yes, Auntie, I have. If it weren’t for your sweet little children casting a spell on me last night, it would have actually looked mildly presentable.

“Sorry Auntie.” I said to her, and I saw Mom roll her eyes.

“Anyway, I was trying to make your mother realize that you need to be sent off to school, not stay in this dingy, little old house, learning who knows what.” I know what. Its called nature. Or Natural Magic. I’m not really for that whole White and Black magic crap. Of course, the magic Mom teaches, Auntie and would probably call crap as well.

But yeah, I do know a bit of White and Black all the same. Mom wouldn’t let me alone until she made sure I knew some basic healing and shield spells. I might have found an old book where I learned how to conjure up fire. I can only get it to a small flame though, because I don’t want to try anything bigger.

And also, this house isn’t dingy. Or little. It is old, but it’s been in the family for centuries. It’s the family mansion, and everyone comes here for a family reunion every two years. Auntie’s just sore because she didn’t inherit it.

“A school?” I asked. I don’t really want to go.

“Yes, but not just any school. A Magic school.” It’s like she’s explaining it to a little kid. Wait, compared to her, I am. But still, that’s only age-wise, not maturity or intelligence-wise.

“She wants you to go to Drakonis.” Drakonis? I’ve heard of that place. Of course I’ve heard of it, because Uncle, Auntie’s husband, is the headmaster there. Apparently it’s some prestigious school for aspiring stuck-up asses- I mean, witches.

“Your father would be proud.” When Auntie said that, everything got quiet. It seemed even the birds had stopped their twittering.

No one has talked about Dad in ages. No one has seen him for even longer. One day, he just up and disappeared without a word. I was about three at the time, so I don’t remember, but I know that it hurts Mom whenever someone brings him up. Apparently Auntie had a crush on him or something, probably still does, and thinks highly of him. She says she lost her respect for him though, when he married my Mom. We don’t know if he’s alive or dead, and nothing shows up when anyone tries to scry for him.

Chastity jumped onto the desk, making us all jump.

“Well, I leave you to think about it. Be back here tonight at eight to give me the answer.” Auntie started to walk out the door, but when she got to me she stopped and said “Make the right choice, it’s your future we’re talking about.” And with that, she was gone.

“Well, that went better than expected.” Mom said, sighing, and sitting down in one of the chairs.

“Better?” I asked.

“She could have dragged you out herself.” She smiled, and so did I. Truthfully, I’m kind of wondering why she didn’t. Probably knows that if she drags me into anything, there is going to be a very huge chance of me making sure I embarrass her.

“So, Drakonis, huh?”

“Yeah, she seems to really want you to go.” Mom says, moving to lay over the chair’s arms.

“Why? I mean, doesn’t she want me to stay out of public eyes, so as not to embarrass her since apparently I’m the black sheep of the family?”

“Well, yes, but apparently Jim wants you there, and asked Maria to ask you to come. Apparently, he sees some promise in you.” Jim is the poor soul who married my Aunt Maria.

“Promise? Have we even ever met before?”

“Let me think about that… I think, once. Yeah, once, about two years ago.”

“At the reunion?”

“Yeah, that’s when.” Oh, then that’s the reason I don’t remember. Those little pixies in the backyard thought I’d be fun to knock me out at the end of the night, and erase my memory of the day. Can’t hate them though, they’re too cute. Besides, I’ve done my share of pranks with them. Might have pranked them a few times too.

“So, do you think you want to go?” Mom asked from her position on the chair. I shook my head.

“No way. I’m fine learning the things that I am.” That got a smile from Mom, albeit a sad one.

“Your dad would be proud. He went, and so did his parents, and their parent’s as well.” I wouldn’t be surprised. Apparently the Oliver family is known for higher magical ability, and claims of royal blood running through our veins.

Everyone was against Mom and Dad’s marriage, since she was an outsider, and her parents were of mixed blood. When I say mixed, I mean one was normal, and one was a witch. Also the fact that her area was in nature, while his was in destruction and the like. Just another thing they hate me for. It’s not like it’s my fault, I didn’t chose my parents. If I could though, it would still be them.

“Just think about it?” She asked, moving the brown hair from her golden eyes with small hands.

“Alright.” I left, shutting the Study room door behind me after Tanasha came out.

“You okay?” Tanasha looked up at me, and I nodded, getting an odd look from Susan, my nine year old cousin who had just walked past.

“I’m fine, Tany. Shall we go outside?” I asked, after Susan was out of sight.

I guess I should mention, witches can’t actually hear what they’re familiar says. Or at least so I’ve been told. When I was younger, Mom learned that I could understand them, and told me to never tell anyone, or show it to anyone. I’ve learned to only talk to Tanasha or reply, whenever no one is around. Well, I guess, It’s all right to talk to her, as long as it doesn’t sound like I’m in the middle of having a full-on conversation.

I can understand other animals as well, though I have to concentrate a little.

“Yes, please?” Tanasha looked up at me, ears forward, tail twitching madly. She loves to play with the pixies, which I find a little odd, but they are completely enamored with her, so I don’t have to worry about them harming or putting a spell on her.

We walked through a few hallways, into the kitchen, where I snatched some bread and cheese to snack on, and headed out the kitchen door, that led to the backyard.

We didn’t stop there though, we headed on, into the dense wood behind the house, going a ways, before walking on an old deer path that was long abandoned.

Tanasha walked in front, until we finally reached a small glade where the little pixies where flitting around. My familiar bounded over to them, where they all scattered, before gathering together around her. I stayed back, and sat on a fallen log, content to listening to the buzzing of the pixies wing’s, and the tittering of the birds.

Birds aren’t too exciting, I learned, when I actually listen to them. Yes, they sound beautiful when they’re singing, but all they talk about is useless gossip, and they repeat it several times over. It’s not something you want to keep listening to.

I watched as Tanasha ran back and forth, weaving through the grass, jumping the rocks over the small brook that ran through the glade, chasing after and chased by the little redheaded pixies.

I wonder. Maybe I should go to the school. It’d help a lot, and maybe, if Dads’ still out there, he will be proud. There has never been a doubt in our minds that Dad gave the family up. He wasn’t like that. Dad loved us.

I must have dozed, for the next thing I knew, Tanasha was sitting on my lap, looking up at me with wide blue eyes.

“Are you okay?” She asked, and I nodded, giving her a smile.

“Of course, just a little tired, I suppose.”

“Can we go?” She asked, I nodded again, and she jumped off my lap, heading towards the deer trail. The pixies came up behind, calling me and pulling at my hair. One of them came up to my ear, tugging at the green gemstone earring that I had pierced there. I batted it off, and it nipped at my fingers.

“Come play with us next time,” it told me, and the other’s echoed.

“I will, next time, promise.” Some of them flew away, and other’s followed as I walked out of the glade, towards the house.

It was already late in the afternoon by the time I got back to the house. Mom was outside, in the back tending the garden. I went up to her and I stood there till she noticed me.

“Playing with the pixies again, have you?” she asked, eyeing me with an amused look.

“Yeah, how did you know?” I go into the woods for many reasons, not just to play with the pixies.

“Might want to look down.” She said, and so I did.

“Shit.”

“Evyn, watch your mouth,” she said, laughing. Well, if it looked like she peed her pants, she’d probably be a little pissed as well. That sentence… never mind. I just wish I knew when they did it, probably when they were tugging at my hair. They’re form of revenge for neglecting them. Well, I’ll remember to leave them apples later.

Well, now I have to change my pants, so I went inside. I walked into the kitchen and down the hallway, towards my room.

I was about halfway there when I heard a squeal coming from in front of me, and saw Susan looking at me with a disgusted look.

“That is so gross and immature!”

“Yeah, well, so is your face and voice, but I’m not the one squealing like a pig about it.” I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. I’m not in the best mood. I never am when I have to walk around in wet pants. Not that I do it often, just that the pixies really like to dump water and other kinds of liquids on me.

“I’m telling mom.”

“No one likes tattle-tails, Susan,” I told her. Not like I’m scared of Auntie anyway. It would just be one more thing to add of Why I Hate Evyn list. I swear she has one.

Susan stomped off with her face all screwed up which I think was supposed to be a scowl. I’m sure if Tanasha could have smirked, she would have.

I went back to walking to my room, though in more of a hurry. These pants were getting very uncomfortable.

Might as well take a shower, and take my cousins’ spell off. I like to make my Aunt think I can’t undo simple spells. Actually, I’m pretty good at undoing spells, mostly because of Tanasha. It’s her specialty, which means I’ve been attributed in that area as well.

I went into the bathroom that was adjoined to my bedroom, looking into the mirror after taking my wet clothes off. I think they were even wetter than when I got out of the woods.

Hell, my hair really did look like a rat’s nest. It was sticking up and knotted and everything. You can’t get it undone with a hairbrush, it would knot up even more.

‘Rinth´ I whispered, and I could feel a slight tingling on my scalp. That’s when I knew I could take the hairbrush to it.

I combed out my soft brown hair that I had gotten highlighted yesterday with a light blonde. I switched colors every now and then. Maybe in a while, I might dye it black or red. I could care less whether I stood out or not.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” Tanasha said behind me, and I turned to her.

“What are we having?” I asked, and watched as she sniffed the air.

“Meatloaf.” Ugh, that’s disgusting.

“Anything else?” I asked hopefully. The kind of meatloaf we have for dinner, it’s always dry. I hate dry meat. Give me a medium rare steak any day.

“Salad.” Well, that’s better.

“God I love your nose.”

“Oh, thanks, you just admitted that you only love me for my nose,” Tanasha said with fake sadness.

“Ah, you know that’s not true. I love your ears as well.”

“Evyn!” She whined, jumping off the bathroom countertop, and out the door into the bedroom, and I followed after her, laughing, picking up a pair of clean pants on the way.

“You know I’m just kiddin, come on.” I said, and she glared at me, but otherwise jumped in my outstretched arms.

“You’d better be. And make sure I get something good for dessert.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“You’ve made your decision?” Aunt asked in a bored tone. It was eight in the evening, the appointed time. We were all back in the Study room to here my answer. Well, everyone except my little cousins. Even Yvonne, Auntie’s familiar was there.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Well?”

“I’ll go.” I watched as my Aunt grimace, and Mom gave me a sad smile. I feel guilty, for leaving her, but I think I should go. I’ve been thinking about it all day and I think that maybe it would be for the best. I can’t stay home forever, I plan on doing something with my life. What it is that I actually plan on doing, well, I haven’t really gotten that far yet.

“Fine then, here are your papers.” Auntie shoved some papers at me, making sure she didn’t touch me.

“Papers?” I looked over them, they just said a lot of things that meant nothing to me.

“Yes, you’re going to need them for your teachers.”

“Verner?” I asked, when I saw the spot that had my name on it, or at least part of it.

“Yes, that’ll be your last name from here on out with anything related to school. That way, if you do something utterly embarrassing, as your bound to do, it won’t come back to me.”

“But you don’t even have the sa-,” I cut myself off. I was going to say that we didn’t have the same last name, but she’d probably have made sure that everyone knew that she was related to the Oliver family.

Jeez, I can’t believe her sometimes.

“Jim said that he wanted you to come, but I get to do whatever after that. Also, if you show that you’re not what my husband thinks you are, you’re going to be kicked out.” Fine with me, I guess. I don’t really want anyone to know that I’m related to her anyway. And if I can’t do that good, well, I guess that’s ok too, then I have an excuse to work with mom.

“Fine then. When do we go?” I asked.

“Now.” Auntie said, and started walking out of the door.

“Wait, what should I bring?” I haven’t packed anything yet.

“Don’t worry about it, your mother will send it to you later.” I looked at Mom, who looked slightly angry, but then rolled her eyes.

“Make sure to call whenever you need anything, and I want weekly updates about everything that happens, you got that?” I nodded. “If you ever want to leave, remember, I won’t be disappointed.” I don’t really think I’d leave if I had a choice though, because I don’t really like doing things halfway. Besides, it’s only for a few years, nothing to worry about.

“Bye, Mom, talk to you soon.”

“Remember, the reunion is soon, so don’t forget, or I’ll drag you back myself.” She called out after me, I nodded again, and said goodbye. Tanasha said her good-byes to Chastity as well, who watched us off from the windowsill.

“Bye,” I heard her say in a soft whisper. She knew I could understand her and others as well.

“Come on!” I heard Auntie say from down the hall, and I hurried and followed after. She opened a door, and went inside, leaving it open for me to come in.

We had walked into a room with bare walls, and a wooden floor, with only a large, wooden framed mirror standing a top it.

“Why do we have to go so late?” I asked, while Auntie was making sure the right spell had been placed on it.

“Because, you idiot, the gates are only stay open till 8:30 p.m., and I’m not waiting for the next time.” She said snottily. When Tanasha came to sit at my feet, she added, “Make sure no one sees that little rat’s eyes, you got that?” I rolled my eyes, but nodded, looking at Tanasha, who looked ready to hiss. Seems the only reason she hadn’t attacked the woman was because her claws were keeping her a ground by being stuck in the wood.

The mirror started glowing, silver with a blue sheen, and Auntie stepped through, Yvonne following after her. Susan and my other cousins had already left a while ago, most likely back to there own home.

“Well, Tany, you do want to go, right?” We had gone over it earlier, I wouldn’t go if she didn’t want to go with me.

“Yeah, yeah, I do.” She managed to get her claws out of the floor, and walked through. I looked back, wondering what Mom was going to do without me. She could probably get along by herself all right, but I still worried about her. The reason she didn’t see me off was because it was a bit of a tradition with this family; we wouldn’t see anyone off who we knew or expected to come back. Or at least those we knew where leaving.

One last look around, before I stepped through as well, and was lost in a mass of swirling silver and blue light.

My longest chapter EVER. OVER 4000 WORDS! That’s like, a new record for me. I can’t get a single chapter in my other stories over 2000.

Reviews? I’d like to know what you think of my story so far.

Also, I might change the POV in the next chapter, so pay attention to the separator.

Also again. I'm not really sure if i'm going to keep this story up. Depends on how you all like it. If i don't have any reviews by the next time i update (Next friday, probably) then i might take it down.