Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language and violence.
Attention! I will start every chapter with a quote and whoever perspective it is in!
Chapter 3 - Nayleth
"Well, allow me to put on my skepticales!"- Mabel Pines
I stood in front of the old oak door. The knocker was looking at me. The eyes seeming to follow my every move. The knocker was a dragon which was our family emblem basically. We are not one to flaunt our heritage and such. The knocker was really the there for decor purpose and to represent the Talon Side Manor. We have nothing to flaunt at all. Most of the family has fallen victim to depression or insanity. Me? The scars on my arms prove what I went through.
Looking back, Griffin was smiling at me encouragingly. He motioned for me to knock and I swallowed the lump in my throat as a response. Encountering encouraging people had never happened to me. The only one who was was my father.
One knock. Two knock. Three knocks. The door swung open and in front of me stood my Gram. Her hair was as silver as ever, unnaturally so. She always tells me it really is just natural hair color. I find it rather odd. Her eyes were still the same turquoise color and her tattoo, which was a key, still held tight to her forearm.
The tattoo had been there for as long as I can remember. The key was shaped to her arm, as if her arm was the key. It was made to look old and rusted, as if it was an antique. The skin behind the key was ribbon. Rolls upon rolls of it, seemingly swirling around in some unknown wind. Something about that tattoo though... it never seemed normal. Looking at it sometimes, I could of sworn that the ribbons were moving or it was actually real.
She looked me up and down, clear skepticism in her eyes. But then her eyes flitted toward the ring. The last thing my father gave me before I found him on the kitchen floor... covered in.... in...
Before I could move, she grabbed my arm and took my hand. This jostled me out of my thoughts as well. Carefully, she examined the ring but would not touch it. It was like the ring carried a plague of sorts. Something only I was immune to.
"Soon," she whispered and then she smiled a grin that even the Cheshire Cat would be proud of.
"Come on in Dragon, please. Oh, Claric. Lovely to see you too. Its been to long dear." my Gram said, surprising us both. We looked at each other at the same time, shock and wonder filling our eyes.
Me, Griffin and Gram strolled through the halls. The same pictures lined the walls, the same smells still lingering through the house like leather, smoke, rain water, lilac, honey and old books. This house, to me, smelled like paradise. It smelled like safety.
Memories flooded me, like bees attacking a threat to the hive. One was rather silly but it held great meaning to me, even if it was something that baffled me. It really made me think I was insane.
The one I remembered though, the most clearly, was of my father showing me what I called Wonder pictures
The one he showed me that time was of a group of five dragons. One was short and chubby, it's sand color scales slowly turning into fire as the got closer to his tail and snout. It had no horns and his eyes were wide, the color of black sand. The tail, if you were to look close enough, had little tiny barbs on it. The second one was huge, elegant black scales and horns that looked like they belonged to Lord Shaxx from Destiny 1 and 2. Around the horns was something my father called wisps. They had something to with dreams or whatnot. This dragons eyes were piercing and a bright purple that clashed with the rest of it. The third dragon was laying across the other two, its tail curled like a cats. It's scales were a mahogany brown and Caribbean blue. The blue ones seemed like they would glow. Mist was coming out its nostrils as well, while its claws were webbed. The fourth dragon was sitting down, its head resting against the giant, dark dragon. This one was of skinny build, its horns only slight nubs. It eyes were closed like it had fallen asleep and its scales were like a galaxy bath bomb. Purples and pinks erupted across the scales and the claws looked like a Texas night sky. The last dragon was only bones. Nothing else. The wings had some sort of ectoplasm that also kept most of the other bones together but it eyes had literal flames. The color was like a pair of green Nike shorts. This dragon had no horns but its ears were like a German Shepards.
Another memory was of me and him on swing set, him giving the ring that I now wore. He had told me that day to never where it until I was in my teens. He never told me why. My father was a rather mysterious man who only told things when he felt they were needed to be told.
During that time his hair was slick and just as black as mine. His eyes were a brown too. He liked wearing flannels and jean but you could catch him in a few of my mother sweatshirts like her Green Day or Mayday Parade ones.
My mind was whipped back from the memory, seeing my mother stand at the top of the stairs. She was looking at me with round eyes, like a doe in headlights. She whispered something inaudible and then screamed what she had said before hand, at me.
Her brown eyes were still alive and well, glistening in the moonlight that drifted through the nearby window.
"YOU NEED TO LEAVE NOW! THEY WILL COME! THEY WILL KILL YOU!" her voice was loud and she sounded like a banshee. Her finger was pointed at me and Griffin. I was rather confused. Who would be trying to kill me and Griffin? But looking at Grams face, she knew.
"Okay, Muluth, go rest. You are so tired at the moment." Gram told her, as if she was a Jedi master and my mother a simple slave.
My mothers eyes went glassy and she calmly returned to her room. A bit later I could hear snores echoing through the house.
Before me or Griffin could ask questions, Gram swept us up and lead us to the sun room, Angela tagging along. Then I remembered Angela saying something about mom being the real insane one. Not me. If she was, why wasn't she at Ripper?
After we were in the room Gram left us and I began to let my thoughts wonder. I was rather curious as too wether or not my fathers study room was still intact. He would go there to relax or catch up on his work. Whenever I would ask him what he did he would reply with a simple grin, telling me it was something special. Something I could not know about yet.
Disrupting my thoughts, Gram yelled at the top of her lungs, "THE TARTS ARE READY!" and came bustling out with a huge platter of her famous Bluebug tarts. These damn things are like heaven in your mouth. Seriously, be careful when eating them.
As me and Griffin were smushed together on a love seat, us both trying to find a less awkward position to sit in, Griffin chowed down on the tarts but I touched none. I needed to talk to Gram. Something was off.
"Um, Gram?" I asked and her head whipped up toward me.
"Yes, dragon?" She asked, her eyes questioning me.
"Um, normally you would be so glad I was home, per say, but yet you sit here as if nothing happened. As if I was never betrayed by mine own mother and thrown into that hellhole. Do explain why you are so calm and hiding something from me," I quickly told her.
She took her time with my question, five minutes at most. While she was lost in her thoughts, I looked around, out the windows and around the room. Angela was busy on her apparent college work, her head now buried deep into her papers and her pencil hurriedly scratching. She seemed to be trying to ignore any and all extra conversation. Griffin was still stuffing his face with tarts, but then something glinted in the moonlight that trickled through the large windows.
Gram's necklace. It was an emerald with a leather string keeping it in place. The lovely gemstone was glowing. She looked at the necklace her eyes widening. Then she grinned again.
"Calling day," she told us in a sing-song voice. Me and Griffin were both rather confused but then pain shot through my body, in the same places that were aching earlier.
I tried to ignore it but it got to the point where I could no longer ignore the pain. It felt as if something was trying to slice through my back. I looked at my arms because the pain was growing there as well. Lines were beginning to inch there way across my skin, forming scales. Out of nowhere my eyes went blank, then my vision returned as quick as I had lost it. My lungs and nostrils felt as if they were burning from the inside out and my head felt as if it was a watermelon being blown up.
My Gram stood in front of me, her arm the exact the key that was her tattoo. The ribbons were like the ligaments and veins, keeping the main part connected to her. The key was shaped like her skeletons arm, her fingers were changing from small keys to large keys. Silver to bronze. In front of her was a small keyhole, just floating in midair. Her one fingered turned into the correct key and she unlocked the door.
I looked over at Griffin, who was double dover in pain. Something was also slinking it way across his body - it looked like fur. His one eye though... his other eye was almost completely black, with the slightest outline of a velvet red.
Looking through the door I saw a town square, a fountian in the very middle. People wandred the streets and some odd five foot snakes slithered around, some wearing leepord print sunglasses. Everyone there had some sort of tattoo that adorned their body and alll had eyes the color of a gemstone.
I tried to walk forward to go through the door but I tripped over my feet, landing face first. I did manage to get on my knees but I couldn't stand. My hands covered my ears, the sounds getting more and more jumbled.
"Oh-uh. I forgot how much it's hurts, even worse here." Gram said and went to help me and Griffin but as she moved I could hear her blood moving through the veins and the sound of guards at the front of the house, knocking. I could here the wings beats a hummingbird a few miles away.
I quickly shook my head but then I could hear more and more. A person's footsteps from miles away, their blood pressure rising and their heartbeat rising as well. I could hear the next door neighbor, who lived a two miles away, baking a pie, humming the tune of Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance.
Griffin hands were covering his ears, his eyes glassy.
"This is not normal. not even for a Calling in this world." Gram said and we both blacked out at the same time, the last thing I heard was the neighbor humming the last verse of Welcome to the Black Parade.
Thank you to @KaiRyu for the quote!