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The dark night sky was filled with stars, the moon was full shining beams of its light down on the earth. A kingdom with housing colored like ice and snow, high in the mountains. The light of the moon lighting up the kingdom with lanterns creating a mystical look.
One house, larger than the others, held one sleeping man. He was pale with cyan blue hair. Wearing a simple pale blue nightgown. He laid in the center of his large bed, on his side. He slept in a stiff, straight line. His large wings were cramped, folded against his back.
The light of the moon filtered through the blue curtains of the bedroom, Lighting up a dark figure. The figure had black skin with purple and red markings all along his visible skin. He stood in the shadows staring at the sleeping ruler. Their red and purple eyes never drifted, only blinking slowly.
The moon was beginning to drift away from the window when the figure moved. Slow, steady steps quietly moved through the large, nearly empty, room. They moved as though the smallest sound could wake the sleeping. It was only when they stood next to the bed did they make a noise.
“Peaceful, aren't you?” They spoke in a whisper, their voice soft and calming.
Their right hand began to drift towards the other’s forehead. Their fingers glowed a soft red, with purple highlights.
“Sleep, just sleep little brother.” The magic flowed from their fingers into the cyan hair of their younger brother. As the spell was cast the stiffness of the younger’s body dissolved.
“It seems their lessons were really embedded into your head, if you continue to follow subconsciously.”
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Memories of lessons filled their mind. Being sat on cushions and sitting on their knees and facing their teacher. The pain of a strike if they slouched or shifted. Any mistakes were punished with pain. It was worse for his brother due to being the ‘angel of Aeor’.
He remembers the scars that would cover both of their skin, they would heal in a few days but the pain was driven into their heads. He would hear his brother cry from their separated rooms, but if their parents heard then they strike him again. They both learned to keep their pain silent and to handle it themselves.
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The sounds of breathing were the only sounds in the room. The breathing was soft, calm bringing comfort to the ears of the elder.
“It’s time I get you out of here. Wouldn’t that be great, freedom from ruling this dreadful place? Right?” The voice was unsure, almost scared as though ghosts watched from afar. Judging his choices and actions. Like the eyes of his parents were watching, planning punishments for his mistakes.
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Vines began growing from outside. The statue of Aeor unseeing to the corruption embedded itself into the kingdom. The vines grow and grow till there at the windows, where they begin to break the window under their weight. The glass breaks in seconds as the pressure increases. The vines enter the room, slithering to the bed. The elder brother stepped to the side as the vines continued to slither closer. When they reach the bed they wrap themselves around the waist of the younger. Lifting him above the bed, his arms and legs hanging down. His breathing never changes.
The vines encase his waist, like a corset. Smaller vines grew from the others caressing his shoulders. Others grew and surrounded his neck like a scarf. Bigger ones grew down his nightgown, tying themselves around his legs. The red clashed against the soft blue.
“You look great, little brother. You always look great in blue but the red looks good. Then again, I'm not very good at color design.” There was a joking tone in his voice as he spoke up again.
“Though something is missing.” he flicked his wrist and new vines grew. They were small and not very wide, they folded themselves around each other. They formed a crown around his head, with a single flower in the center. The flower was made of red crystals and gold for the centerpiece.
“Let's get you somewhere I can watch over you, somewhere I can keep you safe and no one can harm you. Wouldn’t that be great? nobody to tell you what to do, or what you need to complete. No responsibilities, no destiny to complete.” His eyes grew bigger and bigger as his voice sounded happier at each point he made.
The vines laid the cyanate down into the arms of the elder. He positioned him so his head would lay on his shoulder. His arms between his shoulder blades and under his knees.
“Lets go,” were the last words that echoed through the room as both vanished into the shadows.