What is he?
667 Words
It was midday, 2 cups of golden coffee in when brigit found the book she was looking for in the mass Gordon archives. Species, mundanes and oddities by Nero KingsWynd.
"There you are." She lifted the tome from its hiding place, carefully laid it out on the vast dark oakwood desk and gently opened its heavy bound front. "lets see, werewolves, fairies, kelpie folk, hybrids, oddities... ah! unknowns!" Nero had been a astute researcher, covering all the basics of the species. From well known werewolves mating and silver, to little less known fairie parties or their name stealing traditions, and rarer yet how kelpie folk found ways to fit into modern society. Rarer still were the unknowns..Nero had a talent for going beyond reasonable bounds. The fringe sciences of the species. As applauded as this book has been this one chapter often got omitted in certain printings. The Gordons, they always had full copies. This one gifted by Nero himself.
Brigit read oddities carefully.
"It is well known in this world that hybrids exist, a multitude of variations are possible. Many believed for centuries the vampire could not bare children. A well kept secret. But the humanity left residual in made vampires can fluctuate as much as any genetic material. Resulting in born vampires. Thus it is only natural for other things to be true. The human, the mundane can and will have its own oddities.
I have spent time amongst many folks of different kins.
One such intrigue was the mundane peoples of the shetland isles, descendants of vikings et al. Those appear normal, but hold a certain quality. Every generation or two, one is born different insofar as their aura. Its fluctuation unusual as is their intelligence. Many of the species have set aura colours but this anomaly can and will present a full spectrum of rainbow colours. Neither all at once nor singular.
It is observed that species sense something different but cannot place it. Werewolves made claim they smell different, odd. Vampire researchers have said that the heartbeat is different but have not gained a blood sample to ascertain taste variables. Witches are a curious quirk in the company of these oddities. They present honesty, calm and kindred spirits. A magic that is and isn't magic. So it has been told to me through first hand and second hand accounts.
Sadly, i could not assert more from my time in Shetland as my research was required further away at a time of world turmoil. The dispersal of populations made it harder to track them and eventually lost to me entirely.
In finality, these oddities are a paradox of magic and mundane. It is unfortunate that we do not and cannot know more. It is my hope with the advent of human technology that DNA will serve to answer all questions held by you the reader or i, the writer. "
Brigit took a big deep breath then slumped back into her chair, her head a daze of information.
So james is an oddity. A paradox or anomaly of variations. Perhaps that is why he could see the library door? why is he so calming, nero can't be saying that witches are so chaotic as to need a calming counterbalance?
Brrzzz brrzz, her phone vibrated on the desk. Brigit picked it up and studied the notification. A text. From James. "Hey, coffee and library tomorrow??" Her heart stumbled a little. Opening the phone from its lock screen she quickly replied a assertive but not desperate. "sure :). 1pm" and hit send.
She smiled.
*Knock knock* "did you get his text then??" brigit jumped then rolled her eyes. " jesus bloody mary, granny! stop that!" Granny with coy mischievous eyes laughed and winked before closing the door back over.
Brigit mumbled to herself "goddess i love her but she's something else".
A bell rang downstairs, lunch time i suppose. Granma had made pies.
The mystery of James would have to wait to continue till tomorrow...
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