#future chapters would definitely be in alvar's pov

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Neverseen Band AU Teaser

Word Count: 1,322

Notes: This story was based off this post by @fintan-pyren What have we learned from this? I apparently like sticking my nose where it doesn’t belong. But that aside, I actually really like this au, and I have so many ideas where this could go, if anyone’s interested I could keep writing it.

Summary: Alden gets suspicious after he sees his son sneak off, but he never would have guessed that Alvar was getting a band together.

             ALDEN AWAKENED TO the sound of creaking wood. He had been tossing and turning for a while and decided to finally get up after the noise had awoken him.

           He slipped out of the bedroom and quietly closed the door, careful not to wake his wife. After the door was shut tightly behind him, Alden tiptoed through the house to where the noise had come from. He wasn’t too concerned, it was probably just Biana sneaking about, but he still wanted to make sure.

           When he rounded a corner, he paused. He was right about the sound belonging to one of his children, just not the right one. In front of him, fiddling with a long, black cloak, was his oldest son.

           Alden opened his mouth to confront Alvar but decided against it. He hid slightly behind the bend to see what his son would do.

           He wouldn’t lie, he was curious to see what he was doing at such an early hour. So, a few steps behind his son, Alden followed Alvar to their Leapmaster and waited as he once again started fiddling with the cloak he had on.

           His son was digging himself deeper and deeper into a hole, but Alden was going to let it play out, see what he was doing.

           Finally, Alvar seemed to steel his nerves and whispered, “Babbling Brooks.”

           To Alden’s surprise, the crystals lit up. He’d never heard of Babbling Brooks before, and he was almost sure that he was familiar with all of the places on Everglen’s Leapmaster.

           He seemed to however, been proven wrong as Alvar leaped away on a beam of light. Alden made up his mind as he picked up a nearby pair of boots, (which were thankfully his) and repeated the same process that his son had.

           He welcomed the familiar feeling as light pulled him to the strange location.

           As Alden materialized, he realized that whatever he was thinking his son was doing, was very, very different than what his actions were playing out to be.

           Around thirty feet ahead of him trudged an Alvar sized figure, with their hood up. Alden was growing more and more panicked as he followed a few meters behind his son.

           He was lost in thought, wondering what on earth Alvar was doing when he stepped on a twig. Unfortunately for him, the wood was very dry, and it made a resounding crack that Alvar would have been deaf not to hear.

           Alden pretty much dived behind a bush to avoid being seen and would probably come to regret that decision later. But for now, he was safe as Alvar’s head snapped up and he whipped his head around, searching for the source of the sound.

           Still, Alden couldn’t help but hold his breath as his son returned to his stroll. When Alvar was far enough to be out of earshot, Alden grumbled about rebellious teenagers and his body being older that it used to be.

           The thought to read his son’s mind had popped into his brain, but Alden didn’t believe that this situation called for breaking the rules of telepathy. Yet.

           Alden slipped down the now-narrowing path after his son. The view was breathtaking. A narrow trail winded through a flowing river that arched above and below the dirt path. If he were in a hiking mood, Alden would have been delighted to see such a breathtaking example of nature.

           But he let out a stifled groan as he sloshed in the mud that covered the path. Chasing after his son on a mysterious midnight field trip was not on his bucket list.

           But, as the humans say, curiosity killed the cat.

           Alvar’s destination was finally clear when the path widened and straightened out to lead to the opening of a cave.

           His son took one more look over his shoulder before ducking into the entrance. Alden’s anxiety levels were now peaking. His son wasn’t involved in… anything dangerous. Was he?

           No, Alden assured himself, as he marched to where his son had just disappeared, Alvar was at the top of his level throughout Foxfire, and he never caused too much trouble.

           But as Alden strode into the room, his stomach dropped. His son wasn’t the only one who was dressed mysteriously, around him were four other figures, each wearing the same black cloak, which Alden now realized had a white-eye symbol stitched on the sleeve.

           He gulped. This might have been much bigger than he initially thought. Alden then steeled his nerves. He was a respected Emissary for the council, he would just break this meeting up.

           With one more deep breath, Alden stepped out of the shadows where he was hiding.

           “Alvar Vacker,” He boomed. “What do you think you’re doing?”

           All five figures whipped around to the sound of his voice.

           He took them all in. The cloaks mostly covered their faces, and made it hard to distinguish body types, so he was left guessing on who these hooligans might be.

           He straightened to his full height. “As a member of the nobility, and an Emissary to the council, I demand to know your reasoning for what looks to be treason.”

           They all stood there, looking back and forth from each other for a moment until the shortest one spoke up.

           “We’re- uh, we’re making a band, sir.”

           Alden stood for a second and blinked. “A…band?”

           The kid nodded and pulled down his hood. “The Celestial Festival’s coming up, and we wanted to enter the human music competition.”

           Alvar also pulled down his hood, running his hand through his hair. “Yeah, dad, we’re trying to get enough members to enter this year.”

           Alden came to his senses. “So, you came out here,” He gestured to their surroundings, “without adult supervision to… start a band.”

           “They had permission.” A rough voice behind him said. Alden quickly turned to find the Fintan Pyren standing at the entrance of the cave.

           Fintan gave him a quick smile before continuing. “I assumed that our members would also get parental approval as well.” He looked over Alden’s shoulder and threw a scolding glance in Alvar’s direction.

           He made his way over to Alden and held out his hand. “Fintan. I don’t believe we’ve met.”

          “You’d be correct. Alden Vacker.” He introduced, shaking it.

          “Your son seems to be really interested in the arts, Lord Vacker. He and a couple friends came to ask me about running a band, and I couldn’t exactly say no to such a brilliant idea.”

          Alden stepped beside his son, surprised but proud of him for this decision.

          “Is practice going to be…here?” Alden asked, gesturing to the empty cave.

          “No, no.” Fintan assured. “I just agreed to meet up here to get everyone in one location, practice will be twice a week at my house in Atlantis.”

          “Could you make sure that Alvar brings his instrument?” He finished.

           Alden glanced over at his son, whose head was going back and forth between him and Fintan during the whole conversation.

           Alden wrapped his arm around Alvar’s shoulders. He was relieved that this was all that he was doing, but he still had some explaining to do.

          “Well, Fintan, I’ll see you when I drop Alvar off next week?” Alden prompted.

          Fintan gave him a warm smile. “Of course. I’ll see you both then.” He told them both. With that he turned to the others and lectured them about telling their parents about where they were going.

           Alden led Alvar out of the cave, interrogating him on the way back into their property.

          When they reached Everglen, Alvar followed Alden through the winding halls, saying nothing after Alden’s light scolding words.

          He suddenly stopped. “Where are we going?”

           Alden turned halfway to smile at him. “Why, we’re researching human music.” He said, leading Alvar into one of the libraries.

          “We have to get you ready for the Celestial Festival.”