The Blue Sea
Washington State
Red Woods
It was seven-thirty in the morning and the sun outside rose, with sunbeams breaking past the horizon, illuminating the skies with a warm orange hue and magnificent sun bolts; casting shadows from everything its inviting light touched.
Ground animals in the woods hurried out of their burrows to come out and search for food. Chirping birds in their canopies flapped their tiny wings, welcoming another new day. Passing mother bears with their cubs avoided humans while making their way to the river to catch food. The fish in the rivers swam with the motions of the direction its river flowed. They leapt out of their watery abode to drink in the light of the sun if only for a moment before diving back down into the river to continue their journey.
Eric talked about different powers and transformations to Albert on a bench so he could understand his virgining strengths from his half-divine heritage.
"The first and most common transformation for beings like us, Albert, often is what I call The Berserker. In your case, should you let your emotions drive your state of mind, your power will explode out of you and cloak your entire body in roiling hot white flames. Your strength, speed, and other supernatural abilities are working overdrive in this state. Although your power is working overdrive in this state, you can't benefit from this explosive power because you'll have the mental state of a mindless animal hellbent on only fighting. The major downside to this state is that unless you can snap yourself out of this state of mind or don't have someone who can pull you out of it, you'll burn yourself out and die.
To be transparent with you Albert, your entire body covered in roiling white flames looks visually impressive, but this is the rawest and most basic appearance of your divine power's arsenal. The objective of taking control and taming your power is to change that raw wild spirit so that later it looks and acts more refined and polished.
Let me use this analogy so you can better visualize it in your mind. When a metalsmith is finished crafting and shaping his sword, he dips into oil so it can harden. When he pulls it out, it looks filthy and burned. This is The Berserker. After its polished, it will shine.
I remember when I first let my emotions take hold of me, my entire body became covered in blinding electricity accompanied by a chorus rumbling of thunder my body generated as if it were a thundercloud. I became a blinding beacon in the night. The power I was outputting was enough to power an entire city for days. I give thanks to the great spirit I had elders who have experience with beings like me and managed to snap me out of my Berserker state before I drew the attention of the Heavenly forces."
Albert scribbled all this information on a notepad he retrieved inside the motorhome. He muttered 'Berserker mode' and waited for Eric to continue. He was drinking up all of this information like a kid eyeing rows and rows of candy in a candy shop.
Eric continued, "After you take control and tame your new power, you will be able to shift between in and out of your base form and what I like to call the Virgin state or Primary mode. Honestly, Albert, these modes are for you to name as you see fit. You don't have to call them what I do. As I was saying, when you enter your primary mode, your fire will become more relaxed, and instead of flames appearing on your body, you'll have a soft white glow cloaking your entire body. The same thing happened to me before I shifted into my thunderbird form. Do you remember how my body glowed a blue color?"
"I do remember. Was that your primary mode Eric?" Albert was intrigued beyond all words. He had a look of amazement on his face, like a young boy watching superheroes and villains duking it out in epic battle on screen for the first time.
"Yes, it was. This next part is where you and I differ. After my primary mode, I shift to Controlled Primal Mode of my power, turning into a giant Thunderbird you saw before I changed. I'm not sure if you have one, but I suppose time will tell. It's called controlled primal mode because it allows me to tap into all of the raw and explosive power of the berserker but without losing control."
Albert wrote all of this down, making bullet points and making quotation marks on specific details that came from Eric's mouth.
"The third and final transformation, I coin Master Thunderbird Mode. Here, my controlled primal mode changes, turning into blue electrical armor that adorns my entire body ready for a long protracted battle. The transformation you saw isn't for aesthetics; instead, it reflects the marriage of my soul, power, and heritage which birthed my final transformation."
"You come straight out of a webtoon, Eric, you know that?" Albert chuckled, looking at his friend like he was in the presence of a celebrity.
"It's really nothing, Albert. I am curious about something, though. Thunderbirds are supernatural and legendary creatures with a finite amount of power. Our power and speed are legendary compared to other races, but you, my friend, you're going to make the man of tomorrow look like a lone seed in a barrel."
"Whatever," Albert said, dismissing Eric's assumption. "If I can't get my powers under control and undergo my own mastered mode, I'm not going to be making anyone look like anything anytime soon. Since I have you here, Eric, let me introduce you to my son. Charles, you can come out."
Eric watched a four-foot-long snake slither up behind Albert's shirt and coil around his neck. Eric saw that this male Lamia bore a resemblance to Albert, especially his hair.
"This is your son?" Eric said quizzically, "Let me guess. you mated with a Lamia, didn't you Albert?" Eric looked amazed but concerned at the same time.
"Whoa, I didn't even have to tell you anything; how did you know that Eric?" Albert looked at his son who stared blankly at him.
"It's all over him. By that I mean trace of your aura are mixed in with his. A quarter human, quarter Angel, and half Lamia. Who is your mother, Charles?" Eric spoke with directed authority towards the half-snake boy.
"Pleasure to meet one of my father's acquaintances. My name is Charles, previously known as Dork." Charles spoke with refined pose befitting an English nobleman.
Erick gave Albert a 'are you serious?' look when he heard Charles speak. "What, Eric? He liked the sound of it. I only changed his name because he sounds like a Charles, don't you think so? Or maybe Edward better suits him."
"I suppose your right?" Eric answered unsurely.
Charles uncoiled from around Albert's neck and slithered on top of the bench. "You are inquiring about the identity of my mother. What would you like to know about her?"
"Anything you are willing to divulge," Eric replied.
"My mother's name is impossible to pronounce in the human tongue, but for those of us not of complete human origins, her name is...."
Eric smiled and chuckled softly, hearing her name as clear as crystal. "She's the warden of North America for supernatural races. A crucial figure for beings like us," he said, looking at both Albert and Charles. "Newly born beings belonging to one of the many mythical or legendary races must pay allegiance to her to live in peace from aggression from both Heaven and Hell. How on earth did you manage to obtain a 'Booster' from her?"
"I'm sorry, a what? Did you say Booster? What exactly is that Eric?" Albert wondered, petting Charles's long serpentine underbelly.
"I meant your son is a Booster, Albert. Like the one you bedded, Lamias are hyper magical creatures in the supernatural world. The magical power they have at their disposal is enough to rival low-level divine beings in the celestial hierarchy. A Booster does what its name suggests, boosts your power, BUT their secondary function is to serve as a stabilizer. Charles, tell me how you helped your father with his powers?"
"Gladly," Charles spoke. "Like I told my father before I was born, he would ask me to help him out here and there; I would snatch a large piece of ember from the source and let it burn within him. However, my paternal grandmother's fallen nature is guarding the main source. She never noticed me snatching some of it because I hid my presence. But I can't fully boost my father's power past its threshold until he confronts her. I have done well stabilizing his power so far."
"Hmm, interesting. Would you say my guess on Albert's transformations are correct or completely off the mark?" Erick asked curiously.
"You're not entirely wrong, but you're not quite correct either. My father is different from the average and legendary supernatural being. His burning bright white eyes and hair burning partially or entirely, displays what you can call his primary mode. His secondary mode will cloak his entire body save for his hands and face in roiling hot white flames only after defeating his mother's dark nature in battle. His third to final mode will borrow from his mother's former heavenly attire and mix with his own sense of style. Father will become an unstoppable force on the face of the earth."
Eric and Albert both raised their hands, but Charles shot them both down. "If you're wondering how I know all of this, it's because I have already seen it. Let's call it a premonition."
Albert pet Charles's head, getting an appreciative nod from his son. He acted more like a content cat than a son. "Well, then Albert, I have one gift for you. Before your mother and girlfriend wake up, I want to give you this."
Eric held out his hand, cloaked in snapping electricity. A hat that looked more like a flat crown made of eagle feathers materialized in his hand. Albert received it from him and wanted to place it on his head before Eric stopped him.
"I wouldn't put that on just yet, Albert!" Eric warned, a dark look falling over his face.
"How come, Eric?"
"Only after you have gotten comfortable with the limited amount of power you have access to would I recommend putting it on. When you placed that hat on, you'll be forced on a trip into the recess of your soul, where you will encounter your mother's darker nature, the guardian of your true powers. This hat is a gift from my tribe elders. It's a tribal heirloom passed down from the founding of our tribe to this current generation. I hope you are ready when you decide to use it, Albert. Don't' worry; I will be with you when you're ready to confront her."
