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Liam was a tall, 21 year old guy. He had inherited his father's blonde hair (he only knew that from comparing himself to his mother). He had a muscular build, formed from the years spent working with his mother at their house, building it from nothing. He had grey eyes, also inherited from his father's side (again, he came to that conclusion by comparing to his mother's side).
Before his mother died, the two of them both didn't know his father (look. Amelia had a period where she was permanently blacked out. She was lucky it ended when it did, lest she also not remember her boy's birth.)
After her death from a mysterious illness that was spreading like wildfire across the town and was occasionally deadly, he found himself in a curious situation: in his dreams, he kept hearing a voice. Each night, the woman spoke different things, but he didn't understand a single word of it. The language sounded familiar, but he was clueless on what it was. One night, when he had gone to bed furious, feeling the weather get worse as he fell asleep, he understood the voice...
"Dear diary, today I spoke to Elder Darkness, after these weeks of her secluding herself to be able to look for Life's kids better. She has found another one, the element of Storm. From what I gathered, his name is Liam. I hope he is fine, there's a big storm at his town from what I've gathered. It lasted the whole night, only calming down as the sun shined its calm rays onto the ground of the mortal realm."
He recognised most things - this was definitely about him. Element of storm?... Life's kids?... Elder Darkness?... He should look into it.
He got up and was ready to go to the library (as it was Saturday) when he heard a knock at the door. Right, this "Elder Darkness" was looking for him. He answered the door.
There was a good-looking woman around her 20s in jeans and a black-and-gray pullover. She had dark brown hair and deep, brown eyes that looked black if he stared for too long. She was holding a clipboard, a few papers already clipped on it, and a pen.
There was a car behind her, and at the driver's seat there was a man, also around his 20s, with sunglasses and light brown hair. He was wearing a leather jacket from what Liam could see and had a bright aura about him just from the look, while the woman's aura was more of a dark, depressive one.
"Hello," the woman smiled, looking sort of happy, "are you perhaps Liam Stanford? I got guided to this house by the kind ladies at the city centre..."
Right. The city gossipers. He wasn't surprised they were able to guide her here.
"Yes, that's me. What leads you here, miss?" He knew she was an Elder, apparently, but he could guess he wasn't supposed to. Plus that she looked too young to be married like this, so he had an excuse to use "miss".
"I just have a few questions. Nothing too serious, just some standard questions." He could easily say that he doubted that. But he didn't.
Instead, he let her ask the questions. They were indeed basic, very basic even. But the last one, however...
"So, do you know who your father is?"
He blanked at the question. How the hell was this a standard question?... Who did they think his 'old man' was, Zeus or something? Nah, Liam wasn't a demigod like those in Percy Jackson, even if he enjoyed the story. He just had a single mom.
"... No?" At that, the woman just sighed and muttered something under her breath that oddly sounded like "Just as we expected."...
"I'm sorry, who's 'we'?" He asked, genuinely confused.
"Just me and my... friend over there. We work with an organisation and we'd like to invite you to a specific facility, because we have information that your father might be there."
Nevermind, NOW he was surprised. His father being at some sort of facility? Was this them saying he was ACTUALLY an old ass man? Better to just ask instead of speculate.
"... What kind of facility?" It came out ruder than he intended, but the lady didn't even flinch. Like she was used to this. Dang, her boss (or coworkers? he doubted there were people above Elders, but then again. She was saying it was an organisation.) must be a real piece of shit.
"It's private information, meaning I can't tell you right now, but I can assure you it's not a facility that treats old people." When he raised an eyebrow, she continued. "Don't be surprised, your look said it all."
"I'll think about it, but I don't feel comfortable with going to a random facility. No offence." He knew that if they gave him time to think, he'd tell them no.
The woman just smiled(???) and fidgeted with her pen in a way that apparently signed to her colleague that she was about to do something he wouldn't like, judging by his expression.
"Too bad, because you don't have a choice."
Before he could ask a question, he was already out cold.