Wizard parents

If I was to explain who I am you probably wouldn't understand. But I'm going to explain anyway.

I am Harley Reaper, a wizard and my magic is demon slayer magic. That means my magic runs on souls (I really don't like that part, makes me seem like a psychopath).

So I was sent to the underworld with a ring leader to find a box. A box that would feed me souls so I wouldn't have to kill when I turn 18. Wes, doesn't seem all there (if you know what I mean); he's distant.

I miss my sister, Harriet. Back at the clan we're known as the Reaper twins. We are the most feared in the clan but our family -the Reapers- is the most feared out of all the main wizard clans.

I have no idea who I am anymore, Wes is the only one I have left. We're lost in this forsaken world.

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7. Chapter 7

I sat with my feet in the pond, the water swirling round my toes.

Wes is sitting with me, his toes are not in the water though. They're in his socks, which are in his shoes.

"So this is the portal?" I say, shaking my ankle as I take it out and doing the same with the other.

"Yeah, are you ready?" I put my shoes and socks on.

"Yup." I stand up next to Wes.

"Good." Wes takes my hands in his and dives right into the water, taking me with him.

The world slips away as Wes swims closer to the entrance. I start swimming too, Wes is still holding my hand so he doesn't lose me. The water is surprisingly warm and the fish are obviously guardians of the portal.

The water from the top is very murky but it's extremely clear once we're in it. Wes's grip tightens for me to focus.

The portal is deep purple and it kind of have that motion of a toilet when you flush it.

Wes begins to swim faster towards it pulling me along.

We're about 1foot away from it. Wes is indicating he's going to go in first.

This is it, these could be my last moments in this wor-

And Wes pulled me in. We started swirling round and round and then we went under. I closed my eyes and Wes's grip slipped from my fingers.

"Wes!" I screamed and opened my eyes to find an extremely white room. I was on the floor. I got to my feet and looked around. All of it was just white. White, white, white.

What did Wes say when we were going through the plan? Ask them to open the gates when you are in the white room? I think it's that.

"Open the gates, please." I say politely, I notice my clothes are completely dry and so is my hair.

"Which ones?" A voice echoes back.

"To the underworld." I say.

"Are you dead?" The voice says again.

"Nope, I came through the portal with a friend."

"Alright, name?"

"Harley Reaper." A laugh echoes it's way back.

"You're Harley?" It mocks.

"Open the fucking gate." I huff.

"Yes at once." A different voice says another voice and another portal appears. I jump in, it swirls and spits me out.

I land on top of Wes.

"I'm so sorry." I say and get off of him. Wes just smiles. I offer him my hand to get up, Wes pulls me back down and kisses me. His lips are cold, not warm like before. I'm shocked and then it all swirls.

I'm standing in front of a window watching Harriet and Damian having dinner at a fancy restaurant. They're laughing. I realise how much I miss Harry and then it all goes black.

"Harley, wake up." I feel someone shaking my shoulders. I open my eyes to stare at Wes who smiles.

"Is this real? Not an illusion like the others?" I say sitting up and pinch his cheeks.

"No, you got through the gate but you fainted." Wes helps me stand up. I'm really wobbly and I fall back into Wes's chest.

"Sorry." I say patting it, trying to do the same thing but falling again. Wes catches me and lifts me up bridal style. I'm too weak to complain and Wes carries me somewhere.

It's always night, but the stars are red and there is no moon. It looks a lot like a medieval Britain. There's a black smith, a bakery, a mine, a taylor, a library, some guard towers and a huge castle. Some other things are dotted around but those were the biggest.

Lots of people are looking at us. I clutch on to Wes's shirt and bury my head in it. I take in his scent, he smells of old books with a hint of smoke. I like it. I bury my head further into his chest, Wes stops and whispers

"If you go any further you'll reach my heart." He say jokingly. I huff and look up at him.

"Sorry." I bury my head again, I couldn't careless. Wes laughs and kisses my forehead.

"Sleep." He says and I fall asleep. Dreaming about Wes in a speedo.

Shit.

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