Taliesin

“You called me a descendant of the Gods again, why?” “You are one.” Nik replied as if it were the most obvious thing ever. “How do you know? Why are you so sure about that?” “Taliesin, be honest with me. How many people do you know that can teleport?” “Well, none.” “Question answered?” “No!” Tal yelled and startled Maxwell who had just entered the dining room. He set the plate and wine glass down in front of him and Tal whispered a tiny “Thank you” in his direction. The Butler gave him a soft smile and left. Nik tried hard to stifle his laughter. “It’s not funny.” Tal muttered and Nik raised his wine glass as if to make a toast. “You’re right. It’s hilarious.” “Can you not just give me answers? Please?” Nik let out a sigh and closed his eye for a moment. When he opened it again, his gaze had changed but Tal couldn’t make out what exactly was different. “What do you want to know?” Tal hesitated. There were too many questions in his mind. He played with the fork in his hand and bit down on his lip. “Am I really related to a God?” “Yes.” “How is that even possible? What kind of God am I? Or am I a demigod? What does it even mean that I’m a descendant of Gods? Why plural? How many gods are there?!”

“Taliesin. If I explain everything you want to know, will you promise to make an effort to stay away from me?” “I can try but..” He avoided looking at Nik and his voice grew quieter. “I can’t control where I teleport to.” “Work on it, then. If you don’t, I won’t give you anything.” Tal brought his fist down onto the table. “That’s not fair! How am I supposed to work on it if I can’t even understand it?!” Nik eyed Tal’s fist with a cold glare. “Calm down, Taliesin. Of course, I will help you with that.” He stemmed his arms into the table, then got up to leave the room. Tal felt awkward being on his own. He wondered if he had overreacted. Nik really seemed to try now. He nibbled at his food and let his gaze wander through the room. Tal slowly came to the realisation that it was more of a dining hall. He had known that Nik was wealthy but he hadn’t known that he was living in such a massive mansion. There was no way that such a big room could fit into a normal house. Come to think of it, he maybe should have figured out his status when the Butler (who even had a Butler??) called him Sir. Tal choked on his food right when Nik returned to the dining hall. He hit something against Tal’s back that helped him breathe again. “Better?” He asked with a hint of amusement and no sign of worry. “Y-yeah.” Tal stuttered while still trying to breathe properly. There was a light blush spreading on his cheeks that he wished to hide. “Good.” Nik said and dropped a book into Tal’s lap.