This story is complete work of fiction and is in no way based on true events or the true sexuality of any of the actors mentioned.
This story will contain depictions of sexual acts between two male characters. If you are easily offended of if it is illegal to read such material where you live, please refrain from continuing or do so by you own volition.
The Call of Destiny by Eli James
Chapter 1 & 2
"Going back to your roots", that was the assignment our teacher gave us. "Because you can't know where were going if you don't know where we came from". And although I thought at the moment that it was just another innocent exercise to keep us busy in this last and final semester on this school. It turned out to be a whole lot more than just that.
But where are my manners, I totally forgot to introduce myself. My name is Elijah Hamilton, I'm 18 years old, Caucasian and about 6 foot 1. I have curly/fuzzy brown hair that always bugs the shit out of me because it never does what I want it to do. I have a medium posture, but I'm working very hard to get that six pack but that isn't really going quick enough if you ask me.
I'm currently living in The Netherlands with my mother because she got a job here. She is a lector at the University of Amsterdam and I got dragged along. Cuz after a nasty divorce seeing me reminded my dad that the woman that he loved, left him alone with his addictions. So when the custody battle stared between them he just didn't put up a fight. So my mom talked the judge into giving her full custody and I got plucked for The States and dropped in The Netherlands at the beautiful age of 6. The Netherlands with is mostly know for the drugs policy, and how it is legal to buy cannabis in the "coffeshops". Do you see the irony, my mom leaves my dad because of his bad habits, oke lets call them what they are his addiction. And moves me to the drugs capital of the world and a country where it is legal to drink alcohol at age 16. I mean does that sounds rational to you. To bring a boy to a country where drugs and alcohol are easy to get. But he I'm not the parent as my mom keeps reminding me.
At age 14 I got a letter, from my grandmother who I hadn't seen or spoken to for at least 8 years. Apparently it was too hard to pick up the damn phone and dial some numbers, but hey I didn't call her either right. The letter surprised me and my mom, she never ever sought contact. And why a letter, she had our number she could just pick up the phone. But the letter, was old school, thick paper and a good strong envelope. The kind you know will survive everything. It felt old, but with a grandmother in her 80's what could I expect. It may as well be old. The contents of the letter was strict, to the point and not filled with rubbish that would make you stray from the contents, just like I remember her.
The letter told me and my mother that my dad had passed away after a drug overdoses. He was found a float in a river close to his trailer after being missing for two days. She said she was sorry and wrote her condolences to me and my mother. She was devastated by the loss of her son but knew it could only end this way with his life style. She had arranged the funeral and included two tickets for us so we could attend if we wanted. She didn't want to pressure us, she wrote and would understand if we would decline. As if we could ever decline my mother said pissed off. According to my mom that offer was simply my grandmothers way of saying we were obligated to say our farewells. I didn't understand why it was a big deal I wanted to say my goodbyes, even now I still don't know why she was so pissed off. On the second page she and that I inherited all of his belongings. That included an outstanding bill for about two thousand dollar and a trailer somewhere in The States. Thanks dad. Grandma wrote that she would take care of the outstanding bill and that when I got there she would take me to the trailer.
Let's just say my mom and I, went and stayed at my grandmothers and endured the torture that she broth down on my mom for not visiting sooner and more often. My grandmother had a point we never visited once, but they hadn't come to us either so I guess we were all to blame. We went to the trailer and all I took was his journals. A family tradition that started in the 1300 by a George Hamilton the first, and since then a must for every generation. We would write our story in a journal for the family collection.
Al though my mother and I where welcome to stay as long as we wanted, we both knew that the limits of our respect for my grandmother was rapidly approaching. She couldn't let go that we never visited once in those six years. So we cut the visit short because we didn't want to leave on a bad foot with my last living relative except from my mother that is of course.
As a gift I got a box full of ancient stuff of our family. A couple of journals my grandmother selected for me, some old papers showing the achievements of my lineage and of course my family tree that came with a whole lot of papers explaining the lives the people in it had had. Grandma thought it was important to know where I came from. As we left she made the promise that all she owned would be mine one day, which kind of scared me. I mean I really didn't want her to die and the house really looked creepy sometimes so I really didn't know if I wanted to have it.
As we were about to leave she griped my arm and whispered something in my ear, words that kept me from sleeping for the next two months "when you feel the change in your skin, it will all shall begin. Seek me out for knowledge and understanding and you'll find your destiny in hiding." I really understand what that meant and I knew I didn't want to know, it scared the living daylight out of me. The way she said it was just creepy, it was like a warning but more creepy was how she said it. It sounded evil.
I had all but forgotten those words, I mean it had been four years and no contact what so ever. Until last night now I remember those words and I can't get them out of my head. But I'm running a head of thing.
It all started like every other Friday, I went to school, at 9 o'clock got back around 4. Went upstairs to do my homework. Math, Latin and biology the only courses that are given on Friday and if you ask me the most boring once to ever get on a Friday afternoon. It was about 6 o'clock when my mother called on me from down stairs for dinner.
"Elijah, get your ass down here your dinner is getting cold" my mom shouted. "This is the last time, I will not call again. If you don't eat it the dog will".
"Mom, we don't have a dog" I replied on the way down. It was the same threat she used since I was a child, and seeing we never had actually owned a dog I never really took the threat seriously. But I loved my mom so every time she used it, I got my ass downstairs like she wanted.
"Thanks for joining me with dinner" my mom said sarcastically.
"Your very welcome" I answered with a smile. Which always resulted in a smile on my mother's face and a immediate change in my mother's mood. You can say al lot about me, I'm not very good in sports, I do oke but I don't excel or anything. My grades are good but I could do better. But one thing I know how to do. I know how to work my mother's moods which is an essential skill that helped me a lot, like getting out of my chores around the house of being able to stay out late. It let me go to parties on a weekday and basically insured my freedom.
The dinner itself was exquisite as always, all though my mother has a lot on her plate as a single mother with a high demanding job. She always makes time to make a home cooked meal that would holds his own in a four star restaurant. I really don't know how she does it.
After we ate and washed the dishes together, my mother refuses to by a dishwasher because she likes the quality time it gives her. She moved to her study and I went to my room to work on the assignment to revisit my roots. With the stuff I got from my grandmother I found out that our family tree. The document said it all started in England around the 1300 and later on moved to The States. Where they settled in a small town called Salem that was around the 1630 an they left around the 1685 to escape the witch hunters. According to a journal of a George Hamilton the region had become instable after the white magic that was part of everyday live turned into dark magic and everyday people would look upon our family because they flourished in a hard time. The rumors would soon change into accusations and my ancestors decided to visit another estates and leave wail they still could and moved to where my grandmother resides until this very day.
After looking through the stuff about my family lineage ordering them and making notes so I could make the paper the next day. I was ready to get the hell out of my house and in to the party, when I realized I totally lost track of time and that I was supposed to meet Michael less than fifteen minutes. After a quick call I got myself another half an hour got myself ready and before I knew it I was on my way.
Seeing you don't know Michael I will describe him to you, he is about 6 foot, black hair, kind of a stoner and a total slack in school but he makes that up with so many good quality's.
No he aint my BF, he is my best friend which makes him an BF also but well you know the different I mean. Unfortunately I'm single, even thou in things are good in The Netherlands for gay guys like me it still aint easy to come out, but I guess that'll always stay the same. But back to Michael, he has this great sense of humor and is just really relaxed and totally smart which you wouldn't know until you actually talked to him but he is just shy and not many people bother. And he was totally cool it when I told him about my sexuality. Another plus is that he know where to score the best weed in town. I know my mom would never ever in a million years accept the fact that I sometimes try some of Michaels stuff. But what she doesn't know won't hurt her right.
At least that is what I thought at the moment.
When Michael and I arrived at the party, to celebrate the birthday of one of the hottest guy in school "Chase ". Yeah you know the type. A total jock, but with brains to and instead of the big bully attitude. He know half of the school and invites them to his parties and still is friendly to all. And when you walk by he greets you by name, with his husky voice. Damn hear me drooling all over this straight guy. Oke I'll be honest if he was gay of even bisexual I would do him in a heartbeat. But he'll be the last guy to ever be gay which makes him even more interesting than he already is. But enough about the main character in my wet dreams. I would never let that ruin my chance to enjoy a party. I danced with some friends had a couple of beers and in general it was a good party. That was until I tried this new stuff Michael had got from his dealer. It was an "herbal mix" that would allow you to enhance your senses and make everything wonderful. At least that's what he said happened to him the last time he used it.
We were both sitting on the couch when the herbs were starting to take effect. At first the colors got brighter and the music was clearer. But then out of the blue the main effect came like a tidal wave that washed away any sense of that moment and took me away.
Before I knew it the surroundings around me changed, The party faded away. The black took over. Complete pitch black nothing in sight. Total silence. All I felt was flying up, higher in to big black nothing. I felt the wind on my face while traveling higher and higher. Then a light appeared out of nowhere and before I had any idea what that his blue- white colored light meant, I flew right in it and I was standing in an dusty old room. I was placed looking through the window onto a I think was a town square. It looked strange like out of our time. On the street horses walked with carriages and the people on the street were wearing clothes that were clearly not from our century. Either I was looking at a big renaissance fair or I was not in the twenty-first century anymore.
"Where the hell am I" I asked myself. And turned to look around in the room where I had just arrived. The room bookcases occupy three of the four walls, in the fourth there are two big windows that allowed light to come into the room. By the window stands a table but no chair and a burning candle that just started to burn.
Panic struck instantly and a race of questions started take over my mind. "where was I, what the hell am I doing here, how did I get here, how do I get back, Is this real?" that last question stayed with me. "No, it can't be real. I'm not able to go from a party to this strange place. No I'm sitting on a couch I took some herbs with Michael this is just a bad trip. It will all be all right" I kept telling myself that but really I was just hoping, begging it to all be alright.
I really didn't understand. The last thing I remembered was sitting in a party. Now I was in an strange room with walls filled with books, so many books. No doors in sight and there had to b e one right? Nobody has a room filled with books and no way in, that would be crazy.
"This can't be real, this must be a dream."I told myself again, I mean it can't be anything else. Right now I'm at a party, and I'm experiencing a very, very strange hallucination.
So I sad there, on the floor trying to calm myself. While I kept repeating to myself, that this was nothing more than a hallucination and that all would be all right. I sad there on the floor for what felt like hours but might just have been a minute or two but it felt a hell of a lot longer. Eventually I realized I couldn't wish myself back and I had to find me some answers. So I had to find out where the hell I was.
That is when my eyes registered the envelope on the desk. It was a normal envelope but there was something written on it. Written with the most beautiful pen ship I had ever seen. At first I couldn't even read it but after the amazement wore of shock took its place.
On the envelope was written:
To: Elijah James Adam Hamilton
It was addressed to me!
The letter was addressed to me, how was that possible. My fingers touched the writings, trailing along the lines of my name. The paper felt rough, but silky like it wasn't normal paper or any kind of paper I had ever holded. Holding it in my hand felt right and wrong at the same time. Like I wasn't meant to be there in that place in that time. I although I couldn't get my head around how all of this was possible I decided to read the letter hoping that it would give me the answers I desperately needed to make sense of it all. In breaking the seal I knew that what I was about to read would change my life.
I unfolded the papers and started to read.
Dear Elijah James Adam Hamilton,
My beloved son, now that your reading this letter means I was not able to overcome my addictions and they have got the better of me. It is fair to say that have I failed you and for this I am very, very sorry. All I can do know is tell you that I wished I was stronger and was able to see you reach this age so I could have help you with the challenges to come. I'm certain you have a lot of questions, and in this letter I am not able to answer all of them if any. Thrust me when I say this room holds all the answers you seek.
I know I ask a lot of you when I ask for your thrust, and I know that it won't be easy because simply you don't know me, but these books around you don't lie. The knowledge these books posses has been gathered by the generations before you, so please use them with respect, and thrust in the knowledge they hold for it can save you of destroy you.
Now that you are here and reading this letter means more than just my departure of this world to the next. It means that the spell I paid for has worked and the letter has entered the hidden room in our family mansion in Salem. But also it means that you have awaked the dormant power that has been hidden in our bloodline for the last 400 years. The studies I conducted before you were born, lead me to believe that the power you know poses has been in our family for a long time. Up to the end of the 17th century our family was one of the main houses of power in Salem. One of the six to be exact. But with the rise in the garden witches our families sought to suppress their power to ensure their survival in a turbulent time. And I guess even you have heard about the Salem witch trials that where going on at that time. To prevent being burned at the stake the six houses casted a spell. The spell they chose to protect themselves was complicated one and what I can make out of there journals was it that the spell was beyond their capabilities and level of understanding. The spell they casted went horribly wrong. Instead of skipping one generations like the spell was intended to do it disappeared completely, that is until now.
It seems that in you, my son, the power has reemerged from his slumber. This means that it is time for you and the Hamilton family line to return to our seat of power back to Salem. My son it is time you go back to Salem and take your rightful place and face your destiny and bring back the power that was thought to be lost.
To put a name to this power and the wielders of it, we are called witches and warlocks. In your cased warlock is the only fitting one. In the ancient times we were the leaders of the circle, the protector of the forces of nature but mostly we are the ones that bring reason to the chaos of this unknown power that we poses. We and our grimoire have lead the circle to prosperity. We focused on helping the people of Salem to flourish an grow but also we were the first and last line of defenses against the dark forces that are still active in this world so please prepare and do it quickly.
In the end I can just give you just one advise, the power you now wield is a tool, never forget that. To lose control over it means you give up control over yourself. If that happens the power you wield will corrupt you and eventually take control over you. So treat the power that you were granted with respect and use it wisely.
Your live is about to change, and I hope for the better. But always trust yourself. You mother had a set of morals that I hope she passed on to you because they will save you from disaster. Thrust them and thrust in yourself and always keep in mind that I believe you and know you will do great thing.
Your father,
Jason Gerbrald Hamilton.
"What! This is a joke right, my dad writing me a letter for beyond the grave! " that was the first thing that came to mind. How the hell could this be true. And I guess I started to rationalize when I thought that this was turning out to be one hell of a bad trip. But somehow I knew that was just not it. It was real, I mean I could feel the letter that I was holding . The words that were written were not mine and not something I could have ever imagined to write. But for magic to be real.
"No there is no way there can be magic" it was out of my mouth before I even realized I said it. With that said what if. If magic was real and I had it what did that mean. How could such a thing have stain hidden for so long. We are living in the 21th century and so far I know there has never been any scientific prove for magical powers to exist. What is next I'm enrolling in the University of Hogwarts come on.
It was then my eyes found the words written inside the envelope. To make sure I could read it all, I opened the envelope to see all that was written inside.
To get in the room of knowledge speak the words:
Nâgret internia libano
To get out of this room and back in reality
Nâgret externia libano
Use the knowledge wisely your father
Weil reading the last letters and saying the words that apparently would get the hell out of there and hopefully wake me up from a bad dream. I felt a tough in my stomach and a warm glow went trough my whole body and before I knew it, I was gliding down through the floor and back Into the black nothing and back to reality.
Before I opened my eyes and my senses came back I was missing the music. And instead of sitting on a couch I was laying on something. As I opened my eyes Instead the party lights it was dark and all I heard was my own heart beat and me breathing in an out. Where was I, how did I get here, and where were my shoes! I was laying in a strange bed with my cloths still on and a blanket over me probably to keep me warm. As I moved to sitting up on the edge of the bed I realized I was not alone.
The sounds of breathing in an out I heard where not just mine, something or someone was breathing on the other side of the bed. As panic was taking over me and in a desperate search of a way to escape. It moved, as soon as I could I jumped out of the bed en leapt towards the window to see what was out there and if I could use it to break out from where the hell I was.
"So your awake" a voice said and suddenly the lights in the room went on an I could see who was laying in the bed.
"Chase?"
"Good you still know me" he said while sitting up and revealing is bare upper body and his astonishing six pack. "damn you scared me, you were out cold when you fell asleep on the couch."
"What" was all I could say, still not being able to understand what has happened and how I came to lay in bed with Chase.
"Yeah my thoughts exactly I didn't think my party was that boring, he said with a big smile. "We tried to wake you up but after your friend panicked and baled on your ass, my brother Thomas, you know him right he is the actor in the family, he played in that show "The Secret Circle". Well he said you where just sleeping so we carried you to my bed to sleep it off and leave you be.
I moved back to the edge to sit on it, seeing the adrenaline was clearly wearing off and I felt the energy leaving me.
"Are you oke?" he asked genuinely concerned
"I don't know" I answered honestly. I mean I really didn't, all I knew is that I woke up from a bizarre situation where magic was real and now I found myself in a room with Chase half naked and actually concerned about me.
"How long was I out." I asked
"pff let me think, we found you around 2 and your friend baled around fifteen minutes later and it about four o'clock now so I guess two hours." He paused "can I ask you something? What did you take?"
"Michael had some "herbal mix" which should have been totally harmless but boosting your senses. Clearly it did a lot more than just that" I answered. "Well that was the last time I ever tried anything he recommends as harmless" I said lightly to lighten the mood a little seeing Chase was looking straight at me.
"I think that is a good idea" he answered. "And maybe you need another friends too that won't bail on your ass when it looks like you're in trouble."
I was about to agree with him when I realized I really needed to go to the bathroom,
"Uhmm where is your bathroom?" he could probably notice it was urgent so he immediately pointed at a door.
"The toilet is in there if you need to go" he said laughing.
As I was dying inside I ran towards the door and entered the bathroom.
So there I was taking a leak while being totally embarrassed to dead by the whole situation. And my mind was racing form what the hell happened in that room and how I got out of there to Chase and is godly appearance and the fact that I had laid in his bed. After cleaning myself up and thinking It was time to leave my bubble and his bathroom I stepped out to find an empty bed and a open door.
Following the lights I found him downstairs in the kitchen eating a huge sandwich.
"Sorry I got hungry" he said with his mouth full and still pulling it off to smile an look as hot as hell. At that moment I felt something react in my groin area if you know what I mean. And I knew it was time to get out of there.
"I'm really sorry for causing you so much trouble, and maybe ruining your party. But I think it is time for me to leave."
"Nope, no can do. I already told your mom you were staying over when she called."
"My mom called while I was a knocked out"
"Jup, she said that she had some kind of emergency. A friend from work needed her help to take care of her kids, Julia or something? She said you would understand?" and taking another big bite out of the sandwich
"Damn it, you didn't tell her right? That I was out of it right? Please tell me you didn't?
It took a sometime before he had swallowed the huge bite he had taken before I fired my line of questions and was able to answer.
"Of course not. I may not be the smartest one in school but I aint a complete buffoon. Thank you very much, I told her you were in the pool and unable to get out so I would bring you the message."
"And she believed you" I was in total shock. My mom was oke with a lot of things, even me being gay. But never ever did she allow me to sleep anywhere ells but at home.
"Yeah, I went outside and she could hear people in the pool so she was totally cool about it. What's the deal with this Hulia or something" after finishing his question he took the last bite of the sandwich and waited for my answer.
"Julia is a friend of my mom from work. She needed a babysitter for when the baby was coming cuz she didn't want to bring her boy with her to the hospital." I told him. "So I guess I'm staying" I said while stating the obvious.
"indeed you are" he said with a big grin on his face. "Now if you're not hungry can we go to bed I'm freezing my balls of here."
Together we walked back to his bedroom and I took of some shirt and trousers and got under the sheets. With all the excitement that had happened you would think I would be to wired to ever fall asleep. But you would be wrong cuz the moment my head touched the pillow I was gone.