Legacies

storiewriterkalyn:

A/N: Inspired by this headcanon. It turned out a lot heavier than I intended. I scare myself sometimes.     

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For
as long as Bentley could remember, his life revolved around his father’s one
true passion: The Alcorian Myth Cycle.

As
a child, he had been read bedtime stories where Alcor took children on their
wildest adventures in exchange for a tub of ice-cream, where his wife Mizar
would act as a mother to those who had none. Where their daughter, Gliese,
would run hand in hand with children of all descents while her guardian, the
Woodsman, would shelter them from all harm.

As
a young tweener, Bently devoured crime-fiction and thrillers based on Alcor’s
one ally and old flame, the Huntress Wenda, tracking and discovering the
monsters that threatened humanity, even when they turned out to be monsters
themselves. He was given a giant holo-poster of Wenda, back-to-back with Alcor
the Dreambender and Mizar the Gleeful, fending off the encroaching darkness.

As
a teenager, however, he entered the public school system. Within days of his
introduction to the rest of society at large, he came to the realization that
all the books his father had printed and bound for him, all the works he
illustrated and all the art he created concerning the Alcorian Myth Cycle were
lies.

Alcor the Dreambender was
a demon, believed only by the most insane to be a protector of children and by
the rest to be a terrible force of evil against humanity and all allied with
it. Mizar was his sister, but she was also his wife, and their controlling romance
unsettled Bentley. Wenda wasn’t their friend, Gliese was a horror of fire and
mercilessness, and the Woodsman was an agent of vigilante justice that saw no
shades of grey between the white and black.

So the next time Bentley
saw his Dad obsessing over the Alcorian Myth Cycle, he found the courage to
speak up.

“That’s not how it goes,
Dad.”

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