“What’s this?” Ash asked holding up a book that had seemingly found its own way to their coffee table.
Bright glanced over. “That is an old legend actually about the Great One, an ancient man who sacrificed so much to save this world that he fell under a sleeping curse.”
“And what happened to him?”
“Well, when the book was written he was still under the curse. According to the story, he will wake one day. In the meantime, his body has been hidden away, and a fierce warrior stands guard to kill any who dare to threaten him, and both of them suck in their age when cruse only then they will get older.”
“Is the legend true?”
Bright shrugged. “As far as I know, to most people, it’s just a bedtime story to inspire all the little boys in the world. There are very few technology with the power to do what the legend says this one did, but it’s always a possibility. Did you g
Bright found his husband peeking into their son’s bedroom.“There you are,” he murmured and pressed a kiss against Ash neck. “I woke up, and you weren’t there.”“I’m sorry. I just-,”“You wanted to check on him,” Bright finished. “Would you like for him to sleep in our room again?” Since Ash return, he had been reluctant to let anyone out of his sight. His first night back had resulted in a slumber party when after nearly everyone had left, Man continued to feel an unnerving sense of loneliness coming through his brother's face. He had called everyone and made them return. The next night had everyone dwindling out leaving only Man and Type as guests in the mansion, and then the third night was just Man. After that there had been two nights of Ray sleeping in their room with Ash tucked in the middle. It was their first night back to the normal sleeping arrangements.Ash sho
Ray peeked out quietly from his hiding space on the patio. He had managed to get the cameras set up at the perfect angles, and for good measure, he had even had Michael over to lend a hand. The same Michael, who was currently hiding next to him and doing a horrible job of suppressing his excitement.“Do not ruin this,” Ray warned half-heartedly. He knew Michael couldn’t help but be excited. After all, he had been absent the first time as well through no fault of his own.“Here they come!” Michael said gleefully, and he and Ray both darted down behind the bushes. Ray had been working with Ash for weeks on the plan after his dad had pulled him aside and asked for his advice. It had been an ongoing game of sorts. Bright had nearly been driven mad by not being told what it was that Ash was planning. Every morning started with Bright proposing a new idea, and Ash only replying “you’ll see” before launching into a new topic altogether. It had taken every
Ray stormed through the door with Ash following behind him. “Your husband is ridiculous!” the daylighter exclaimed to Bright while heading straight to his room. A string of Spanish curses followed, several of which Bright hadn’t been aware even existed.“Do I want to know?” Bright asked Ash, who stood just inside the doorway twisting his hands through his hair.“I might have grounded him, and he might be taking it badly.”Bright eyes widened. “You grounded him?”“I couldn’t think of anything else. He, Man, and Michael nearly got themselves killed with that stunt they pulled today.” Ah yes, the three of them had decided that they just had to ambush the horde of something as soon as they found them rather than calling for backup and waiting for three minutes for the rest to get there. They had all come out with minor injuries, but that had been purely from a combination of luck and from
Ray blinks, and Sammy transforms from a sweet little seven year old to an incredibly cunning fourteen year old. That’s not really how it happens, but that’s how it feels. One day he’s helping her to color in her coloring books, and the next she’s engaging him in debates about literature and movies. She’s nearly grown to the point that he can stop looking at her as a child he cares for and instead look at her as a trusted friend. Or well, maybe not so much a trusted friend as a friend that will possibly drive him up the wall as Bright had once (and still on occasion) managed to do.Sammy over at their mansion. Seth, Bright, and Ash are in the living room chatting over after dinner cocktails and have left the “kids” to entertain themselves. It’s an old habit from back in the days when Ray would be asked to escort Sammy off to another room to keep her out of earshot of the “adult conversations”. Their excuse back then had been that he was the only one capable of hearing the conve
Sammy loves her giant family filled with Bright, Ash, Ray, Ash family, Jace, a couple of small kids, the occasional citizen, and people who fit into a mix of those categories or none of them at all. However, her absolute favorite person in her family (with the exception of her dad who is totally her BFF to the point of them putting those Gilmore Girls to shame) is Ray. She owes him big time for agreeing to enroll in the same school as her, so that she wouldn’t have to suffer through high school alone. He had agreed to give it one year. (Seth, Bright, and Ash had been for it, and once Sammy had given him The Look, Ray had given in without much of a fight.) Sammy, however, knows that if she plays her cards right that he’ll likely remain for the full four years. Her first goal though is just to get both of them through their first day.“Dad!”Seth appears at the doorway of Sammy bedroom and raises one perfect eyebrow. “You bellowed?”Sammy gives him a sheepish grin. “
Their commute to school is not too bad. A short subway ride and then a slightly shorter walk before they reach the campus which stands out from the rest of the city with the amount of trees surrounding the elaborate opening. Students actually rush up the stairs even though everyone is early, and it takes little time for Ray, Sammy, and the rest of the first years to realize that that the place to be in the mornings is in the courtyard around the back of the school. Upperclassmen are already gathered there with their overpriced lattes and scones, and as the first years awkwardly attempt to find a place to find their own, the upperclassmen whisper things that make Ray bite back some cunning remarks. In particular, a group of four stand out as particularly irritating. Two boys sitting with two girls. All of them have out journals and their phones and are doing their own version of a casting call in what seems to be their version of making friends.
After lunch they have gym together. Sammy lived around traning long enough that she’s in pretty good shape for someone without enhanced physical abilities, so Rayjust matches his pace to hers to look simple. Okay, he occasionally outdoes her by a bit, but the annoyed look on her face when he does is too hilarious to give up. He still knows better than to push things too far. He doesn’t want the anyone to get involved, especially if he has to explain that they only need a clean up process because his parents sent him back to school.Bright had teased them both with limiters that would keep them from using any any training abilities during gym, but then he had been too paranoid that they might not be able to get them off in an emergency. It’s not too hard to keep their powers checked though. It’s annoying but far from impossible.They run some laps, and then Sammy gets to shows off some serious stretching abilities.“I’m totally
“Dad! Get down!”Ash dropped to the ground immediately as Ray leaped over him and tackled the other gnag had been trying to sneak up on him from behind. Ray stood up and flicked the blood and slime from his hands with a look of disgust on his face. “These things are disgusting. I need an actual guns,” he complained.“There you are, sweet boy,” Bright replied just as a sword appeared in Ray hands. Then the Bright was right back to blasting slime car away from himself with his usual efficiency and flair.Ray eyes widened in appreciation. “This could work.” He swung the knife around, slicing through a nearby slime wall with ease. “Yes, this will definitely do. Gracias, Papa!””“As always, I’m happy to help.”An arrow flew over Ray shoulder. There was a splatter of goo as it impacted with its target that thankfully did not reach Ray.“Gracias, Dad,” he called and darted over another of