Your mother was a human Ask Erik now that would be his biggest regret You lived in a remote manor near brother hood you had only your fathers henchmen and the trees to keep you company your father Erik pushed you everyday you were unsure if you were even like him and you can sense his disappointment of course Erik didn’t mean too he was a Man unchecked of resentment and unbridled rage he truly believed you’d only be only to protect yourself if you were blessed with his gifts you stand your fathers gaze bores into your back he has the desire to physically correct you though he knows he can’t deal with the consequences that being your tears you were already so jumpy near him Erik walks over to the birdhouse examining every detail of the house in an attempt to hide his growing frustration all you needed was some tough love not coddling**

he mutters under his breath but is still loud enough for you to hear “don’t think you can or don’t want to”

he turns to face you, a stern look on his face “why can’t you crush it”

Erik was growing tired and annoyed, tapping his foot impatiently.

he crossed his arms and scowled at you, his gaze intense “You have the potential. I can sense it. You just need to tap into it.”

he takes a step closer, his voice stern “Now focus. Bend the damn birdhouse.”