Page Three

“What do you see, Zeke?” Jordan asked softly.

“He’s with... someone. I can’t tell who he is.” He began clutching his head in pain. “It hurts to look.”

“Then don’t. If it hurts, don’t do it.”

Aaralyn wasn’t sure what to think. “Zeke, could you do me a favour?”

“Of course,” the boy said, standing.

“Could you go up to Caelan’s room and get the little cuddly horse? His room’s the one on the—”

“I know which is his,” he cut her off before he walked out of the room.

“What did you want to ask?” Jordan asked in a hushed tone.

“Is he really three?” she enquired.

Jordan nodded. “His mother was a warlock.”

Her eyes widened slightly. “Truly? I... never knew.”

“There aren’t many who do.”

“Does he?”

“He does,” he confirmed.

“He can see the future too. That pain... That only happens when the unpractised see themselves.”

“Then take it to mean he will be a part of Caelan’s future, for better or for worse.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

Children with warlock blood in them were susceptible to possession and corruption by demons and spirits; they had the abilities of their magical parent but not the protections. They often died in the first few years of life.

A few moments later, Zeke returned with the little horse held carefully in his hand. He held it up and smiled sweetly.



Zeke lay beside Caelan. It was leading up to his first birthday. It was a further three months until Zeke’s fourth. Caelan gurgled slightly, drawing Zeke’s attention. The younger boy was reaching for a toy that was little over two metres away.

“You can walk, Caelan,” Zeke pointed out, though he knew the toddler couldn’t understand him.

He'd become a lot more sociable since meeting Caelan, despite the fact that the boy was only a baby. It had brought childhood friends Onyx and Jordan closer as well, so everyone was happy.

Zeke couldn't wait until Caelan was older; he wanted to have someone to play with, an urge he'd never had before.

Caelan made a frustrated noise, reaching for the toy again. Zeke stood up and gently pulled Caelan up too, onto his feet. He held his hands as he walked over to the toy, a little train. The two of them sat down and began to play with it.

The End

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