Chapter 2

As he drove onwards to his family’s mansion he wondered; why his Father would have written him a letter before his death? He was indeed puzzled for he had disobeyed the old man and left him for the world when his family and his Father needed him the most.

Ominous weather of dark clouds and howling winds are upon him as if to tell of an unfortunate event were to take place on the very same mansion that he had left 10 years ago. Soon, heavy torrential rain began pouring, making it as if it were staging a horrific tale that was about to take place.

The mansion of Narcissus was once a gleaming castle, an emblem signifying their regal status that was once their symbolic pride. The mansion that was once their regalia, the household of such fortunate sons and daughters had now became the sign of shame of what their Firstborn had given to them 10 years ago.

Draco was not ashamed for what he had done. He simply thought that he did not want to become like his siblings. He just wanted to do what he had wanted to do since the age of 10; which was to travel the world and to make his own business that has nothing to do with blowing, killing or trafficking people out. The Narcissus was a family that deals with anything illegal they could sink their teeth into, but they’re real profession is being either a hit man or a transporter or both. Their superior marksmanship was feared by the officials, business partners and family members alike.

After what he had been learning all those years of marksmanship, trafficking and dealing businesses in the Black Market Trade, Draco felt that this wasn’t really what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. A sudden change of heart was felt when he was 17 when he met Silvia, an innocent beau that was taken from her family. Even though her family had paid the ransom his brother Ares failed to comply with the terms that he had laid out and shot the young woman anyways. This has shown him that if you stay long enough with rotten apples you become one too.

He then confessed of his feelings of not continuing with their family’s legacy of Black Market Trade and went on his way even though Ares and Poseidon prevented him from going and even her young sister, Venus was about to crippled him with a knife, his father stopped them and warned him to never speak of what his family been doing and to never set foot on the Narcissus property ever again.

“Guess I’m gonna break the promise anyways” he murmured to himself. As he drove in, he saw his mother Azalea standing at the large podium alone, her eyes transfixed on the steely grey sky that was pouring on the great Gaia where the Narcissus called home, The Basilisk Mansion.

Hello Mother. Have you been waiting long?