Shadows formed where the light started. A figure of a boy crept up the door and opened it with a creak. It was Aylwin with a book of herbal tomes in his arms.
"Silas?" Aylwin whispered. His blue eyes met my brown. I smiled and cooed at him. "Why are you still awake?" He walked to my crib and towered over me. He pulled my diapers and was relieved when he found that I haven't shit yet. Despite being 10-years-old, he knew how to take care of my infantile body. I barely even meet my mother because of how good he's taking care of me. I never had an older brother in my previous life so I realized that it is a privilege that I have one.
He pulled me from my crib and cradle me in his arms. In spite of the darkness, I could still see his childish face in the limelight of the moon. His only inheritance from our mother is her cornflower blue eyes that seemed to glow in the dark. Beyond that, he got everything else from our father. He has this soft chin that all children from the North have. Father also mentioned that most children in the north have yellow hair like Aylwin's and Dirks. Aylwin has this handful of yellow tuft hair in the middle of his scalp while the sides are kept relatively short. It was a warrior's cut their father would tell. A warrior Aylwin shall. But from the state of things, he'd rather hold an arcana of tomes rather than a steel sword. He wants to become a mage like our mother to which our father didn't take kindly. There was an argument, plates were flung and ancient profanities were said. I didn't know who's fighting who because Aylwin is with me in my room. When the door opened, our father's face is burning with cinders. Our mother's hands are steaming with smoke and brimstone. Our father apologized to Aylwin and he said that he shall be what he wanted to be. The same goes for me. Be a mage, a warrior or a simple lumberjack, he shall support us in our endeavor.
"You should be sleeping Silas," Aylwin dangled the enchanted necklace our mother gave him. Sparks of blue and red entertained my feeble mind. Fuck. This is what happens when someone doesn't have the Internet for years. They get entertained by mere lights and twinkling sounds.
As I was reaching the chains in my brother's arms, something unusual happened that shocked both of us. Mana from the chains condensed in the air and flowed to my body. It filled me with energy and sparked an innate power deep within. The world around me flared with a spectrum of colors where my brother shone the brightest. His soul is cornflower blue with highlights of brown and black. Something inside me whispered "Reach in," repeatedly.