The first thing he noticed when he stepped off of the plane was how stifling hot it was. Not just hot though, it was sticky. He felt like his shirt was going to be clinging to his back within a matter of minutes it was so humid. The bright Alabama sun beat down on him, and he could already feel the top of his head burning.

That’s right, Alabama.

Why his mother chose Alabama of all places to live was completely beyond him. Maybe it’s because no witch in their right minds would want to live in a place like this. It was too fucking hot for anything and there were Christian temples everywhere. At least, from what he’d heard. They had to call this place the “Bible Belt” for a reason, right?

“Oh, I already hate this place.” He mumbled under his breath, and he heard Michael snort behind him.

“You chose to come here.” His dad reminded him, and Silas merely huffed in response as they filed their way inside the airport. “Okay, yeah, but I barely knew Alabama even existed before asking, and I didn’t know their weather was shit.”

Michael gasped dramatically, like he couldn’t believe that Silas didn’t know his states. “What are they teaching kids in school nowadays?”

“Nothing useful.” He whined, crossing his arms over his chest with a pout. It was much cooler once they were inside, thank the gods. He thought he was going to burn alive in the sun like a vampire. “Are there any witch schools around here?” The closest one at home had been three hours away, and though they could probably shadow travel everyday to school, Necromancers weren’t exactly welcome.

“There’s a private school and a public school.” His dad immediately answers, and Silas knew he had already looked into everything he could about the town. Though he didn’t show very much affection, he knew that his dad cared a lot. “Neither of them are in the supernatural registry though. I’m sure your mother will know which one is more suitable for you.”

“Yeah, I guess.” He mumbled, beginning to become nervous at the mention of his mom. Even thinking about her as his mother seemed strange and wrong, because when he thought of a maternal figure, he immediately pictured Michael in his mind, even if he was a man and Silas didn’t treat him like a parent.

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“What’s Elizabeth like?” Silas found himself asking as he thrummed his long fingers against his knee. They were in their rental car now, just a couple hours away from his mother’s house. What would she be like? Was she a strict parent? Would she let him practice his magic freely? Did she have a new partner? He was beginning to realize he knew nothing about his biological mom, how was he going to live with an absolute stranger?

“Well, I’m not sure, son.” His father answered, shifting his eyes to the rearview mirror to look at him. His eyes appeared to be a normal shade of blue right now, an enchantment so that he could pass as a human easier. “Humans change a lot in fifteen years.”

“You know, you could just say people, instead of sounding like aliens.” Michael mutters under his breath. He always gets a little uncomfortable when they talk about humans in front of him.

They both choose to ignore him. “What was she like before she left then?”

“Elizabeth was a good mother.” He began, his hand reaching over to his husband beside him to comfort him as he talked about his ex-wife. “She just wasn’t my type. When she got pregnant unexpectedly, we were both young, and I felt some sort of obligation to be with her, even if she didn’t know what I was. Elizabeth was openly Christian, and I think we all know how that religion feels about our kind. So, when Nyx turned three and started showing signs of his powers, I had to tell her the truth. She left that night, but I know she loved you and Nyx. I think she was frightened more than anything.”

“She sounds like a coward.” Silas grumbled, if she had just been scared she would have come back. Maybe she hadn’t actually wanted children.

His dad ‘tsked’, shaking his head slightly. “I lied to her for three years, son. Her trust in me, and all witches by default, was completely shattered. I would have fled too had I been in her shoes.”

Silas didn’t respond, instead turning to look out his window, wondering if this was even a good idea.

It was too late to back out now though.