(From Blue's Perspective)
"While I cannot forgive you, I can still accept you because at the end of the day, you are my son," I said.
"You hid things from too, Mum," he said. "I know I didn't tell you about my power either. Like, what I can do. I cannot really bla you since I haven't been entirely honest either. But from now on, can we… at least, try to be honest with each other? I promise to tell you everything, Mum. About what I can do, about my power…"
I waited for him to continue. If there was one thing that I knew about raising children, it was that you needed to give them ti without pressuring them into telling you sothing. Even if you knew sothing about them that they were trying to keep a secret, you should pretend like you had no idea about that secret and wait for them to co to you. If you were a good parent and if they trusted you, they would co to you so day or other.
"I went to the graveyard a few tis because… I felt like it was calling to . That place. It was like death was calling to ," Demian started, looking down at his lap. He did not let go of my hand. "When I went there, it was like I could hear sothing. Not screams, or anything like that. It was like… It was as if sothing inside was connected to that place, where the dead were buried. Sothing was calling from the inside, so power. And then one night, I let it all out."
Demian raised his head and his black eyes t mine. "I raised the dead, Mum. I raised the dead and they communicated with . I did not make them alive. It's not possible. But I could access their mories and they could communicate with . Their spirits or whatever those things were assud shapes of how they used to look before they died and they talked to . They told stories, they told things that I have never heard before."
His eyes changed expression. I sighed and squeezed his hand.
"You knew," he whispered. "You knew about it."
I nodded. I had known about it since Dem read Bree's mind and found out about it. He told about it soon enough. It was his idea to keep quiet about it and let Demian co to us when he felt comfortable.
"How?" he asked. "Did you follow ?"
"No, love. I wouldn't do that. I am not saying your father never suggested that, but I did not want that. It was your sister."
"Bree?"
"She followed you. You know how nosey she can get and how much thrill she seeks. I guess she wanted to know what you were doing all those nights when you went out. She found out about it and then your father read her mind," I explained.
"Why didn't you say anything then?" Demian asked. He was not angry. He was rely flabbergasted.
"We wanted you to co to us when you felt it's ti. Your father and I did not want to force you into telling us sothing that you wanted to keep a secret for the ti being. That would irresponsible. That would be disrespecting you," I said. "Were you ever going to tell us?"
"I wanted to… I just thought that… Mum, I needed ti to process," Demian said. He sounded like a child at this mont. Demian always acted mature for his age. But at this mont, I could see the child he was peeking through his mask. "I wanted to know myself what I truly was and what I could do. You always refused to go far even when I wanted to. I thought if I told you this, you would tell not to practice anymore."
"Did you find out anything?" he asked.
"I could not find the books. I looked through the libraries, but there was no book telling about my power. If I talked to your brother, perhaps I could know sothing, but I was not certain he would help . Besides, Cyan would surely tell you about it."
"He would have," I said. Cyan, regardless of how he appeared to be, would have told about it since it was about my own son.
I squeezed Demian's hand once more. "Listen, Demian. You are a necromancer. This is the correct term. There are many kinds of dark mages. Necromancer is the rarest of them. Necromancy is not a power that can be achieved. Necromancers are born with their power. There are conditions to be t as well. There are requirents for the parents to have."
"Did you and Father try to do sothing to make a necromancer?" Demian asked, horrified.
"It does not work like that," I said gently. "It's… I do not know the exact requirents for that. The parents probably need to have so kind of power. I think since your father is an Alpha and I am a dark mage with a high amount of mana, we could make a necromancer. Azure knew right away what you were, but we did not. We found out about it only recently, after Dem read Bree's mind.
"Necromancers can not just raise the dead. Well, they certainly cannot make the dead co back to life, like you said before. However, they can communicate with the dead and… use them."
"Use them? How?"
"Those you raise are bound to you. The dead are bound to you. You make them do your biddings and they must do them. You didn't know that, did you?"
Demian shook his head.
"That's why it's a dangerous power to have, Demian. You need to learn to use it. I was planning to help you. Because there will be a ti when you will get sick unless you get your power under control."
"It is under control," Demian insisted. "I am not even using it much."
"That's the problem, love. You must use it just enough, or the voices that you hear will drive you crazy. You must get your power under control," I said.
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