Jaen Grey Heath

 ❖ Psychopath ❖ Cold ❖ Assassin ❖ Still water ❖ The Heathens ❖ 

"It has turned out that many see me as the leader of The Heathens, but  the truth is that I am no leader, nor king, boss or  God. I hate leaders  - bosses even more, I stand against kingdoms, and I have never believed  in any God. I believe I am a tutor, a teacher and a older brother.  I  am not your leader - I do not have the authority to comand you around  nor the intresst... But I am your brother - I do have the responsibility  for your health, morals and growth. Do not ever mix that up!"

Name || Jaen Gray Heath Pronounce  || Jay-hen Nickname || Jeaden // Hidden Light Gender || Male ♂ Age || Unknown Birthday || Unknown Zodiac || Unknown Specie || Mage Occupation || Assassin for The Heathens Role || Main assassin' Alignment || Lawless Neutral Bounty$ || $100.000

Setting  || The WCK Universe Sexual Orientation  ||Not determined - Most likely some form of demi-sexual / demi-romantic Significant other || None Voice || Deep and cold Theme song || Beliver [ironically enough] & Whatever it takes by Imagine Dragons & Shoreline av Nomy & No place like home Setting || Dragon City Creator  || Kazumewolf Designer || Kazumewolf Owner || Kazumewolf Character Worth $: More than you can pay

 Appereance 

Jaen has his hair tied up most of the time. His blond hair is shoulder-length and soft as silk. He often braids one side of it to keep it away from his face, and connects it together with a ponytail in the back of the head. It is not that he do not like to have his hair down, but it's more for practical reasons, and because i prefere to have a clear sight.

Clothing Jaen has a simple way of dressing. He never really care much for how he dress as he mostly wants to stay out of eyesight anyway. Therefor his style is mostly combined with plane pants, a simple sweather or t-shirt with some natural colours, b/w or grey ect. And of course a hoddie to keep his face hidden. He of course do know how to dress more casual, but that is another story.

Tattoo Meaning [spoiler allert] Like already mentioned Jaen has a tattoo on his right arm of a deer skull, a snake, flowers and thorns. The tattoo is the symbol of his magical powers sealed away, and each element of the tattoo is a shortcut to his powers. Despite that Jaen wanted to seal his powers away he still wanted to have some of them easly available in case he needed them.  The thorns is a symbol of the seal. It keeps his powers away from him, and only lets him use simple spells like "destroy" and "burn", which is some basic spells almost anyone can use. The thorns also decide the amount of power the spells can use - since simple spells also can be pretty harmfull with the greater amount of powers. It also makes it hard for Jaen to use the spells and prevents him from using it too much - since everytime he uses a spell, he will feel like his body is sorrounded by sharp thorns.  The deer skull is a symbol of a guardian. The Dark vessel is a guardian only used by those who posseses great powers of black magic, but it haven't been seen elsewere than in paintings and books the last thousands of years. It is often used for protecting tressures, and is often painted with great values protected inside its ribbcage. It appears when it is called by it's name "Dark vessel" together with a drop of blood by it's host. The flowers is a symbol of Jaen's source of immortality. This is the magic that allows him to heal when he faces great damage. It can be used by the command "blossom", or it will start to work when Jaen is in increadible pain either mentaly or physicaly - or is close to death.   The snake is the most powerfull, yet the most deadly, power that Jaen posesses. The snake is a deadly attack that makes the snake on his arm disapear into the shadows. When the snake lures in the shadows it is almost too late to retreat for the opponent, bacause the snake won't stop hunting until it's pray is dead, or it's master - Jaen. From the shadows the snake will attack with great speed and deadly sharp teeth filled with poison. It might appear from every corner where there is shadow, even from your own shadow. In the old days the mages called The snake for "The russian roullete card" - and for a good reason. As the twist happens to be, that if the opponent is stronger than Jaen in magic and willpower, the snake might see him as the pray instead of the opponent. This makes it quite risky to summon, because even if Jaen do posesses greater power, the snake will eventually drain him from his power over time - which might also kill him.

Jaen is a man of few words.

When it comes to Jaen's personality you can pretty much sum him up as a thinker and an actor, before a speaker. It isn't the first, or indeed the last time, he have acted out a plan and completed it, then first later on told others about the plan, instead of before the act like every other normal person would have done. He is quite stubborn and he likes to do things his own way – and somehow, surprisingly, it ends well almost every time - at least from his perspective.

He is definitely intelligent, and his head is always two steps ahead of everyone else. He basically lives in the present, and thinks from there on. Not only does he predict things because of this, but he can calculate probabilities of different scenarios to happen in a second. His head is in other words a very busy place, and sometimes he desperately tries to take a break from it. 

He does not like to be dependent on others. Therefor he might seem like he pushes those close to him away as much as possible. He never really likes troubling others with his problems or fears. One of his fears is, after all, that it will make him vulnerable if people knew too much about him. You could somehow call him a little paranoid...

There are signs that Jaen might be an adrenaline junkie. He loves the thrilling feeling of fighting and conflicts, almost as he is seeking it. There is not uncommon that you will see him fight or kill with a cold smile on his face, feeling the pain and adrenaline pulsate trough his veins. Why he loves this feeling, is a mystery that only his past can disclose and explain. 

No Dear Father [2002] "Punch harder!" He growls after his five year old son. Jaen is putting  everything he can into his punches, but his father is not satisfied.  "For God damn sake boy! Punch!" He comands. Jaens eyes rest on the boxing bag as he breathes heavily and tries to catch his breath for a  second before he punches once more. His body is barley standing  straight, his feets feels like sement, arms numb and fists bleeding and  collouring the floor underneight him red. "Kick!" His father yells, and  Jean lifts his foot in a kick in reflex, but in exhausten he looses his  balanse and collapes on the floor. His loungs are burning, having this  tingeling feeling and working at full speed. "Stand up!" His Father  demands, but Jaen is unable to move- his body feels totally paralyzed.  "I-I can't" Jaen almost cry out. His father narrow his eyes and takes a  hard grip around his boy's sweather before trowing him up against the  wall in  a deep slam. "What did you say!?" He snarles at his face,  clearly furious. Jaen's eyes are tearing up from the pain.  "I-I-I" He starts, but he is not able to speak before his father slams  him into the wall again. "What?!" He growls again, "You're patetic Jaen Grey! You will be killed once you fight, because you are a weakling who gives in!" Jaen is now crying and the tears won't stop flowing by his  fathers rage and words. His father's rage is growing once more as his son is crying and in a second he is about to raise his fist to hit him,  but he is stopped by Devin Heath, Emily and Nicu's father. "Fuck off" he  repliese, but Devin is glaring coldly at him with a dangerus and even  more scary look than Jaen's fathers. "If I ever hear, see or even have  the feeling that you will hit your boy again, I will kill you Nerew"  Cold killer [2005] Jean stuck the cold and sharp blade into the flesh of the falcon. The  bird screams out in a sharp and light sound as the thick blood colour  its light brown feathers. The wings are fighting in the air in order to  escape. It twists its neck so it can bite it’s attacker but in vain.  Jeans grip is too hard. The falcons mussels twitches and Jean moves the  knife deeper into its chest. The eyes in the falcons scull rolls back  and the eyeballs turn slightly white. Jean stabs the knife into the  falcon’s chest again and again. The blood won’t stop running and soon  his hands are all dirty with blood and feathers. With cold blue eyes he  stands up and faces his cousins green eyes. He moves the back of his  hand over his lips and a line of blood colours his chin and to the end  of his mouth. Without making a face of guilt he sees Emily’s eyes  tearing up before she sobs uncontrollably; “you killed it”  Monkey see and monkey do [2012]“She will kill you if you touch her Jaen” Foxzy says and glare at Jaen  with a warning look, “she won’t listen to you, and believe me… We have  tried everything” Desmond adds up Famwhile leaning his back at the wall.  “She probably dies with that fever…” Zachary mumbles, “Look at the way  she is shaking” The boys glares over at the little girl in the corner of  the room. Everyone is keeping their distance to the little girl that is  curling up and glaring at them with an alert and narrowed look.Jaen takes the cup with painkillers out from Foxzy’s hand and walks  toward the little girl that respond immediately by trying to stand up  and defend herself by throwing magic at the floor in front of Jaen. He  stops where the ice is forming dangerous sharp ice taps on the floor. He  sights and sits down two meters away from her. She collapse down to her  knees again but doesn’t take her eyes off Jaen.  Jaen slowly takes a  pill from the cup in one hand and the second in his other hand. The girl  looks at him with a sceptical look before she takes one of the pills  without taking her eyes of him. Jaen nods to her and swallow the pill in  his hand. “They are good for you” He says and nods. The girl looks at  him a little fascinated before she swallow her own pill. “Good” Jean  says and then glares over the guys, “leave… I take it from here” he  tells with a cold dusty tone.  Surprises [2015] "A single thank you would have been nice" Jaen smiles at Lilith while he  step on the shoulder on the dead guard and pulls his knife out of his chest. "I could have handle it on my own" She replies and swing one of  the guards sword around in her hand before pointing it towards Jaen's  throath. He could feel the sharp and cold egde on his skin, but he only  gives her a smirk, put his hand on the blade and pulls it closer so it  punctures his skin. A little and narrowed river of blood flows down his  neck to his white t-shirt. Lilith keeps her hand on the sword and a  playfull smile is formed on her lips. "Jaen Grey - The Hidden Light who  plays with death like a cat with a mouse" her voice is singing in an  aluring sound. Jaen laughts a warm laughter as he smiles to her. "Are  you surprised?" He asks a little teasing. "You stopped to suprise me a  long time ago Jaen" she replies a little bitter sweet and makes him  loose the grip on the sword slowly before she moves the egde towards the  side of his head. He stands still - She pushes the hood away from his  head and reveals his face. They both stands there in the dark street and  admires eachothers faces. "You sure about that?" He then asks with  again a teasing voice.

The metallic smell couln't be mistaken for something else. The heavy summer rain that appeared days ago couldn't even overwrite it - Nothing could - Not even the smell of wet grass and new buds could vanquish it. The smell was so strong, so intense and new that it could be sensed from miles away. It was no supprise, the house in the forest was almost painted by the red mass. It was on the walls, the floor and the roof - no furniture or accessories were spared. It was all covered. 

"Dad...?"

The boy's voice was weak and a little shaken up. He knew they woulnd't respond. He knew what death was and that it was even foolish of him to try to make theem answear, but he still had a little hope left that his parents would wake up. He knew his parents were strong, so he couldn't really believe that someone managed to kill them - even though he saw it with his own eyes when they cut their troaths. He didn't even feel their presence any longer as their spirit and aura was gone. He still called out their names.

"Dad...?"

Florence and james' eyes grew wide. No one knew that Coral and Nerew had a child. What should they do? 

Florence then decided to make a move, he wiped away the blood on his knife as he moved torwards the kid with decided steps. He knew what he had to do. The boy was a offspring of the people he just murdered, and the kid watched it all happen. They couldn't afford him running around freely. James watches the boy. As a father himself his heart drops and his chest feels heavy. He follows Florence and stops him just some meters away from the boy. "Florence" He says with a low wisper. "What" Florence respond with a sharp voice. James hassitates for a moment: "We cannot kill the kid. I mean he is just a kid"

"You are awere of what that could cost us to let him live?" Florence is slightly enoyed. "Yes, but we were supposed to kill the parents, not a kid" James narrow his eyes now. His voice is turning more decided. Florence glares back at the boy - that is still standing in the same spot, looking after his parents. Then he sights heavily "Fine" he then snorts and put his knife away. They both turn back to the kid. James softens his look as he approches the kid with a calm look. "Hey there kiddo" He starts as he is approching him. The kid lifts his head. His eyes moves from his parents, and glares up at James. His baby blue eyes is big and round, but he isn't scared. The boy is rather calm. "Are they you're parents kiddo? I think we need to -" James is starting to talk, but out of the sudden the boy's eyes turn emerald green. His calm look stays the same, but there is something threatning and cold over them now. James takes a step back a little shocked over the sudden change in the boy's eyes. "You killed them" he says. His voice is deep and cold. Florence's eyes grow wide as he quickly make a move towards his brother. "Brother, watch out!" He yells as he realise that the boy is more of a threat that they imagined. 

"Burn" 

His eyes is starting to glow green as the forest around him. His aura dosn't only double it's power but it multiplies so many times that the branches on the trees around him breaks, the ground under their feet is starting to shake and birds is flying up from their nests and into the sky. An explotion of green energy is dancing around his body and it burns the grass under his feets. The boy lifts his hand and with a single move the men flies trough the air across the field and into the house. The wood behind them breaks into a thousand pieces and makes a wide hole into the wall. The men stands up quickly and share a shocked look. Was it true that theey misread his aura before? He seemed just like a normal kid without any powers, and just in a second his aura is twice as strong as their owns. "What the heck" Florence wispers to himself. 

It doesn't take long before the sharp peices from the wall is floating in the air and starts to point towards them. The kid is glaring at them with a clouded look and with a flick with his finger the sharp wooden spikes is flying towards the two brothers in a lightning speed. "Move!" James screams out as he jumps away from the attack. Florence has no time to jump away, and in a reflex he uses a spell making a large yellow shield appear infront of him. The spikes breaks as they hit the shield, but suddenly a different attack is flying his way. A lightning ball explodes into his shield, and breaks it. 

Florences' eyes grow wide as the ligning ball breaks his shield and hits him in the shoulder. The shock of pain spreads through his body in seconds and breaks him down on his knees. "Florence!" James shouts out worried. The kid lowers his hand and watches the brothers in silence. He then starts to move towards his parents bodies where he sits down. He takes their hands in his lap, not caring for the dirt or blood. Somehow he was angry for what happened, but he didn't want to cry. He wan't sad. In the distance he could hear James' worried voice, and Florence talking trough greeted teeth. The boy moves his mothers hair away from her neck, having a good view over her cutted troath. His aura disapears and the ground stops shaking. "Mom..." He says a last time as he tilts his head. There were no response this time either. He sights as he takes her neckles off her neck. He then looks over at his dad, and does the same. He slowly glares over their necklesses as he listen to the birds turn silent again around in the forest. He bites his lower lip as he takes their necklesses on. Would he miss them? Was he able to miss them? Why didn't he feel sad?

The thoughts terrorised his mind. When he hurted one of the murders, the other would turn worried. He could feel the connection between them. Why didn't he feel the same towards his own family? 

He suddenly felt a cold and sharp blade on his troath. 

"relax kid, we don't want to harm you" James says as he scratches the back of his head as he looks away. "Speak for yourself" Florence snares. The pain from the earlier attack was still hurting him like hell. The kid just sits still. "okay" he then mumbles as he closes his eyes. Florence snares once more and grab the kids hair and forces him down on the ground.  Florence drag the boy up on the ground forcefully "You're comming with us. you're an Arcana now" 

The question many are asking

(1) Every creature has an aura or spiritual energy. Humans has a grey colour, which also their cling name origins from “grey souls”, while magical creatures can have every possible colour in every different scale. Almost every magical creature can feel this spiritual energy, and someone might even see it. What many are not aware of is that there is a gap between the creature and its spiritual energy. Most will not notice this empty space, while others will not speculate too much about it since it’s “always been there” 

(2) It happens that this gap will grow in different happenings like battles or else. Some might think it happens as the ratio between the gap and spiritual energy has to maintain the same, and when the spiritual energy increases, so has the gap. Others might think that it’s the gap that is increasing and therefor the spiritual energy is pushed further away from the creature. 

(3) People have experienced that the spiritual energy also has some “cracks” and that these cracks are not determent, but are changing constantly. The cracks disappear; they move and appear from one time to another. There are a lot of different theories about these cracks, but no one can explain why this phenomenon is happening. 

What Jaen Sees:

(1) Jaen does not see any empty space between the creature and its spiritual energy. What Jaen sees is diverse colours, like somehow an “other type” of aura that changes colour depending on the creatures emotions. As an example if he sees someone who is depressed or sad, he will see some kind of blue colour. While if someone is happy or joyful it will be green.  The colours might be blue (sad), angry (red) and happy (green), but the colours might as well mean loneliness, love and jealousy. The colour is changing as fast as the creatures’ emotions and of course it can stay the same over a longer period, but it is never constant. 

(2) If someone feels a great joy or anger we have seen that the spiritual energy to the creature increases and can be both healing and empowering. Like we have seen with Bloodspill or Raindrop, the spiritual energy is flying out from their bodies in a destructive speed and crushing everything around them in fury. This is because this “gap” is controlled by the feelings, and can increase by the hosts’ intensity of the feelings. In other words a little anger will just be a bright red colour while a great fury will increase the “gap” and push the spiritual energy away from the hosts’ body.

(3)Every creature somehow has a relation towards a person or thing. If a creature feels filled with joy by seeing the one he/she loves it happens that their spirit opens up for this person. The “walls” of spiritual energy is cracking up, leaving a path in to the creatures’ body for the loved one. This crack will show every time the creature is close to its loved one. There is a theory that because of this crack, the creature is indeed more vulnerable towards the loved ones magic, since the spiritual energy won’t protect the creature from the magic. This crack will move around the body decided on where the loved one is. This kind of crack can also appear if a creature feels a aggressive rage towards something. Like mentioned, the crack can also appear between creatures and things, like Akio and apple juice, or if it’s something you hate, as Rex and children. 

(4) If you over a longer period of time is affected by great feelings like sadness or happiness, this colours will move towards the creature and into its core. Jaen can therefor see if a person newly have been through something painful, or had a happy childhood. Just like you can count the years on a tree by its rings, Jaen can figure out how a creature has felt through its life. 

Q: How did he learn the difference between the emotions and it's colours? 

Jaen had this power since he was young, around 2 years old, and he was quite curious about it. Therefor he asked a lot of people how they felt. Sometimes they lied about how they felt and told they were good, when they were sad. But he learned quite fast who was honest, and who was not. 

Q: When does he see this “gap” and when does he not?

Jaen sees it all the time, but because it can be difficult to focus on it all the time he has learned how to make it more like a reflex rather something he has to notice all the time. It’s now like a reflex for him like blinking or breathing. It sort of happens to blend in the backround as well when he is not paying attention.

Q: Does he see it on everyone, or just some?

Everyone has it, and he can see it without struggle on everybody and not just some kind of people. But of course there is someone he can see more details on, like Zachary or Nina. He is quicker to notice that Nina is slightly sad, even though her emotions is deadly red, instead of Liam, where he might only notice the red colour and not the hint of blue at all. 

Q: Is he the only one who has this power?

Yes, so far he is the only person who can see this, and he is the only person who knows so much about the power as well.

Q: How does he use it?

Many people believe that Jaen can predict the future since he always seem to know the outcome of a persons act, and because he is always so calm about stressful happenings, but he does not. He simple is just good at reading people because of this power of his, and through years of experience he still has a long way to go and he is still learning more and more about his power for every day that passes.

Jaen's Great Curse

Jaen may seem like a normal person without magical powers, both because of his Stillwater powers, but also because he has a curse. 

The room were crushed into a million pieces. It was a wonder that the walls were still standing as the green flames of Jaen's magic were still burning on the black wood. The furniture were smashed into pieces as big as a toothpicks, the floor had big holes in it, like someone had fired a cannon.  The room were still shaking from the intense pressure from Jaen's powerfull spirit and it filled everyones ears with an unplessent high-pitched sound. You could see his emerald green eyes behind his half-long blond hair. They were shining brightly, but his look were filled with hatered and darkness. It was hard to believe that those eyes belonged to a little boy, and not a blood thirsty animal. The magic were so agressiv and destructive that no one in their wildest fantasy could believe such powers and magic were comming from him. He were just a mere boy. "This has to stop right now" Gabriell says and stands up from the ground. His legs were shaking as the blood dripped from his arm. Florence nodded in agreement, but tried to keep a smile away from his lips. He were amused. Jaen was breathing heavly and his aura was incresing and decreasing in sync with his breathing pattern. He was excausted, his forehead dirty from blood and sweat, making his hair stick like glue. He was holding his neckless in one hand, shaking in anger. In the other hand he were holding his knife, with blood running down his arm. James silently watched him. He could feel Florence's and Gabrielle's look resting on him. "We cannot risk him destroying the whole city" Gabrielle says a little more agressive as James didn't reply. "He won't destroy the c-" He were about to say as he turned around to face Gabrielle. "He destroyd the whole section just because someone tried to takes his neckless James" Florence says slowly, "I think we have to agree with Gabrielle this time" 

When Jaen was taken in by James and Florence from The Arcanas, it didn't take long before he reveled how powerfull, and destructive, his magic could be. They decided it was for the best to put a curse on him in order to keep everyone safe as Jaen could suddenly burst out in rage without warnings. Jaen did after all struggle with a lot of different emotions and feelings that he were not used to, and with all this different people around him he were easly put on edge. The curse of chains, as the curse Gabrielle put on him, binds him in chains whenever he tries to use his powers. The curse binds him with burning and heavy chains that will break him to the ground before he even dares to use one simple spell. It is extremely painful to try overpowering the curse by using his magic, but he is in fact able to do it for around five to ten minutes because of the power of his magic is so strong, but after an amount of time the pain will be too much to bear for his body. It will basically be a one way ticket to a living hell of torture to continue after this amount of time. Sometimes his body won't bear it and he will lose consciousness. 

Even tought after some years Jaen learned how far he can push himself if he needs to use his magic, and he found a loophole for some of his powers, which he took adventage of. This resulted in him having four powers up his sleeve - his tattoos.

Different spells: 

"Dark Vessel" / "retreat" Summons the deer skelleton and makes it appear for a short period of time /Makes the deer skelleton disapear.

"Burn" Some of his powers are awoken and causes his aura to grow. This might cause a heavy pressure flow around him which can be really destructive.

"Destroy" Makes a heavy amount of destructive magic hit, and break, whatever it is centered to.

It was night time and many of the assassins had already had a decent amount of sleep. The lights in the public areas were turned off, the ones who were still up were keeping their voices down as they walked through the corridors. Jaen was reading through some paperwork that he was assigned earlier the day. The elders would give him a hard time if they were not done and placed on their desks by the morning. He was leaning his head on his hand and was almost falling asleep. The letters started to move around on the pages and mix together. He felt so tired - not only had he been up since before sunrise, but he had barely eaten or drank much today. It’s not like he did not have the opportunity, but he simply had forgotten. The days just flew away, and he was actually embarrassed by the fact that he didn’t even know which day it was. What he did know though was that Florence was pissed about him not finishing the cases the elders had given him already since it was withholding the mission he wanted him to handle. The light was dimming in the night and Jaen noticed he was leaning closer to the pages in order to actually see something. What was he even reading? He cursed as he flipped three pages back so he could reread it. In order to keep himself awake he started to rub his face with his palms. He couldn’t fall asleep now. He had to finish this before he went to bed - If he would even make the bed before he had the training course. His eyes wandered over to the clock and he cursed once again. It was morning in just four hours and he wasn’t even half way through the pile. If that wasn’t enough he could barely hold his eyes open any longer.

A careful knock sounded through the room. He looked surprised at the door. Who was up at this time of hour? It could be Gabrielle that wanted to run another check - after all the guy never slept. “Come in” he mumbled in a hoarse voice. The door opened and Lilith looked at him. She looked like she had slept the whole night and been up an hour already. She looked fresh and awake - he on the other hand - “you look like crap” she said when her eyes landed on him. He snorted a short laugh. “You know, someone has to stay awake so others can have their beauty sleep” He mocked and pushed his chair away from his desk. “I don’t need beauty sleep” she responded quite quickly. He smiled, because he knew. She always looked stunning. “What do I owe the pleasure?” he then asked. She would normally not show up on his door just for nothing. “You didn’t show up today”she said and raised an eyebrow. “I did” he responded a little confused. “I didn’t mean at the meeting. I was talking about you not showing up in my room” she said and crossed her arms over her chest. He looked confused at her. “I didn’t realise me showing up at your room would turn into a habit?” He chuckled, “If that’s the case then I wanna renegotiate our terms” 

“Why?” she asked a little on watch. “Because then I want to be allowed on the bed” he blinked one eye towards her with a broad smile. “Never” she responded just as quick. He shifts his shoulders, “doesn’t harm to try though” he laughs low. She studies him before looking over at his desk. “That’s why you’ve been busy all week?” she asked. Jaen gave his paperwork a tired look. “No I just enjoy reading boring lawsuits, contracts, laws and other dry boring stuff in my spirit time instead of sleeping” he replied. Lilith sighted, became silent for a long time before she smiled weakly, “want help?” She then closed the door behind her and walked towards him. “I never say no to that” he said and leaned back in his chair, “but what do you get in return?” he asked with a suspicious look. Her smile grew wider on her face. She points at him from his toes to his head. “That this mess here, turns into something a little more…. “ she stops herself from not being able to find the right word. He lifts his eyebrow, “what are you trying to say? I always look handsome” he defended himself. She laughs, “just get some sleep Jaen” she pushes him off his chair before sitting down and flipping the page. 

"I'll have to leave now Jaen" James talked in a calm and low voice. He was sitting on the corner of Jaens bed and was stroking the young boy on the back. Jaen struggled to not fall asleep, and kept trying to hold his eyes open. "To bed?" He asked in a sleepy voice. James did not answear. "Can I sleep beside you tonight?" he turned around in his bed and looked up at James. James rested his eyes on him for a long time before closing his eyes and shaking his head. "Not tonight champ" He said with a little sight.  "Why not?" Jaen asked, "Are you leaving for a mission?" His eyes turned more awake and he did not struggle to keep them open any longer. "No" He replied slowly and Jaen sat up in the bed. "...You're going home" Jaen figured and his heart dropped as he realised. James did have another life as well, with a wife and two boys of his own. James nodded and lowered his eyes. "I am" He replied. Jaen wanted him to stay - or what he really wanted was to come along, but he knew he would never have the permission to do so. The elders, and Florence had made that clear - countless times. Jaen sat in silence with his hands in his lap. He envied James' sons every time he left, and how he so dearly wished to call himself James' boy. "Promise me to be a good boy while I'm gone, okay?" James broke the silence but Jaen stubbornly kept silent. He did not respond. His eyes was looking down and away from James. "Jaen" James said, a little more strickt - but his eyes soften quick as he could see the tears running down Jaens face. His back was shaking, even though he tried to hide it. James slowly stroke his back, a little shocked. Jaen threw himself in to James embrace - clinging to him like he will never let go. "I'll be good..." he sobs.