Where am I? In front or me is a collection of colors and strange tables...Tables? Where an I getting all this information? I move my head, trying to get a proper look at my body and surroundings. Below my head is the body of a large crudely made puppet. It looks oddly human despite its deformities. This puppet why do I feel a connection?

When I command my arms to rise so do the puppet's. Our movements seem linked...Am I the puppet? I begin to move my head, trying to find anything that can bring a conclusion to my many questions. In front of me is an empty wheel chair.

Father?

Father who is my father?

My father is my creator...Where is my sister?

Lying on the floor, facing the roof in front of the wheel chair, is my sister. I command my body to move so that I may check my sister's condition but the many cables surrounding my arms are severely restricting my movement. I can't move them. They are too strong. Sister are you fine? Hello?

"Sister are you fine?"

Where did that voice come from?

"Hello father is it you?"

That voice is it me?

"My voice?"

Suddenly everything goes dark. My body shuts down. I cannot feel, see, or hear anything. Where am I...Father? Sister? In the darkness I felt something. What is this feeling? Why do I hate it? It's strange. I know so little yet my body automatically responds to this strange feeling called fear. Body? That's right I am a puppet no a golem...father wanted me to choose a face. I remembered my father's and sisters face. A son must look like his parents...I don't have a mother...Sister I wish for a face like yours and fathers. Suddenly the darkness disappears. I can see again. It doesn't look like I've moved.

Crack Crack Crack

That noise...I moved my sight to my arms. I see my arms shrink and expand, the round ball making my elbow joints combining with the rough oval wood that seems to make up my upper and lower arms both becoming smoother, taking on the the shape of a human arm. It's strange. My wrist and hand only seem to be more refined, changing from blocks connected by spheres to perfect wooden hands.

The connecting joints in each finger are clear but protected, and my fingers are smooth with no nails. I look at the rest of my body to see similar changes happening as well. My chest and stomach are becoming less round with a more defined shape. In a couple seconds it seems something similar to muscle clusters has appeared on my chest and stomach. I cannot see much of my legs since I am on my knees so I can only assume that they are going through a similar process.

My body is that of a healthy young man except it seems I lack...genetalia? After the process is completed, a white substance flows through my joints and muscles, wrapping every part of my body. In a couple seconds I have gained a layer of skin similar to my sister. I attempt to move once again, succeeding with little effort. Some of the cables fall off my body as it changes. I stand up, accidentally banging my head on what I believe to be the roof. Ignoring the noise and possible damage I've caused, I grab my sister. "Sister are you fine?" Her chest is expanding and contracting. She is clearly breathing so she is fine she must just be lacking mana. Mana? Suddenly I feel the need to go through all that is in my head.

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My vocabulary is extensive but simple. I posses a certain level of knowledge on the anatomy of several creatures as well as a small database on plant life. I can move my body, though it is a small bit difficult. I also seem to understand several different languages and have a basic understanding of accents and lesser known dialects. But what is mana? I don't know yet, I feel that I know it. It appears that I have some instinctual understanding. Maybe I should follow my instinct. No. I lack any proper understanding of mana. Within my mind there appears to be a list of rules.

1) Be careful when manipulating mana for any purpose.

2) Be kind to your sister but do not be afraid to punish her.

3) Keep your sister in check.

4) You are to live as you please as long as you do not intentionally endanger the lives of the innocent.

There are another six but these appear to be the most important. I shall wait for now. And so I take a seat next to my sleeping sister.

-After An Unknown Amount Of Time-

As I continue to search through my head, I feel my sister shake my arm." Good evening brother." She said while rubbing her eyes. I think she's wrong so I answer back. "Actually sister, it's night time right now." I'm not sure how but I believe I can tell the time. I might be a clock?

Her right eye twitches. She smiles stiffly before speaking. "Good night then...Oh wait no umm I forgot what to say." She stands up, her silver hair dropping onto her chest. It would probably be best to let her sleep. Though, I also feel I should ask her a few questions."Let's leave it. I just ask that you don't sleep yet." She stands up. Even when sitting I'm still taller than her. Seeing this she just sigh's "Sigh*, Okay then. How do you feel brother?"

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I stand up too. I'm pretty sure everything is fine but I should make sure. After patting my body all over and messing with my joints I respond. "Fine." Sister just gives me a matter of fact look before speaking. "So brother. Where are your eyes?" I open my eyes and looked at my sisters face. I think? Suddenly I feel my face go soft. It begins to shift in shape. Seeing this makes sister frown. "My face is mine so don't even try to mimic me...O K A Y."

I'm a little disappointed. I really want to copy her eyes since they're so pretty. Maybe I should ask. "May I have your eyes then?" Sister hesitates before speaking, clearly disgusted. "...Fine." She has such a fine face. Perfect eyes with a golden center and cute round cheeks with a nose bridge that's neither too round or too curved. Her lips are rather pale though? "Sister are you fine?" Sister just ignores me.

"Well now that was rather fast. Are my eyes really that round?" She said while touching around her eyes. "No sister. The shape if my eyes is that of fathers and the color is yours...ours." Sister flinches. Looking towards the ground she emits a light whimper. Seeing this I feel a strong urge to hug her. Before I can do anything she waves her hand, trying to show that she's fine. ".....Brother please let me rest. I need to absorb more mana from the air."

Just before I can ask her what mana is the room becomes a light blue hue. Small clouds of cyan mixed with blue float around the room. Suddenly the clouds begin to flow towards sister. She turns into a mass of deep blue. All around her body is veins of white, all connected to a black spot on her back. For some reason I feel there isn't much mana here. "There doesn't appear to be much here should we move?"

Sister smiles. For a moment I can't think. "Father it seems you succeeded." Her eyes tear up as a brilliant smile blooms from her normally blank face. "...Please tell me more." She stops smiling. Instead she frowns, clearly disappointed. Suddenly she moves to the back wall. "Let's go to fathers old pet room."

"....Okay. Please guide me sister." I stand up, this time without banging my head on the roof and place my sister on my shoulders. She's actually pretty heavy. As if hearing my thoughts she glares at me. Never-mind sister is super light. Super duper light. "...Brother why don't you crawl. With a back as long as yours I'm sure I could sleep peacefully if I used it as a bed." Can she really read my mind? ...Sister is smaller than the shortest dwarf.

No response. "Okay sister if it will help you recover." I carefully remove her from my shoulder and put her back on the floor. I get on my stomach with my back facing the roof. "Hop on sister." She facepalms and sighs. I think I might of heard her whisper "weirdo." I'm just doing what you wanted sister. Maybe I am weird. After a few seconds of staring she lays on my back. After making sure she's safe I start crawling. "Sister there is no door where do I go?"

"Door open. Password is, A flower's wither is no different from a souls burning." Suddenly in front of me a large stair-case leading downwards appears. "Go ahead brother." I began to wolf walk down the stairs. This is rather uncomfortable. "Just loosen up your joints a small bit brother." Loosen up my joints?

As I walk I begin to feel more comfortable. I also begin to move faster for some reason. I look at my arms and see as I walked they would rotate at a different direction and angle as I moved them turning stiff and stabilizing as soon as my hands made contact with something. After two minutes of running down we eventually made to a large curved hallway. "Okay go left cross and cross the bridge." I obey my sister and began walking to the left. The carpet feels rather nice on my palms and feet. "Sister do you know what this carpet is made of?"

"Just some specially made cotton father worked on."

"Father made cotton?"

"Yes. Father, whenever he was stressed, would work with plants trying increase their longevity or beauty."

Her voice keeps on breaking. "Hey sister, are you sad?" Should I tell a joke? "He-" She interrupts me."Be quite and go through that door on the right. The large red one with the bronze frame around it." I obey my sister once again. While crawling I open the door.open "Hey sister what does a wolf look like?"

"...You will see soon enough."

"Okay."

After a couple seconds of walking we made it to the bridge. As I cross it I noticed the many windows. I lost focus as I looked at my fathers kingdom. "...Sister what happened to fathers home?" It's ruined. The building have all collapsed, rotting corpses of dragons, titans, and greater fae-kin on sprawled across the land. Countless ash filled craters line my sight. Suddenly I notice two large shadows. I look up in terror and see two gods.

Behind the castle are two giants larger than the tallest mountain. One is humanoid. It seems to male considering its masculine physique. It's made of wood and wearing bone armor. With an expression of pure hatred it hold down a divine dragon with its left arm, piercing a tree shaped spear into the remains of its mouth. The dragon has four wings and legs. Its body is thin and long. Its lower half is holding onto the woodman, the armor around its tail shattered. Its mouth is scorched and torn.

Suddenly sister blocks my eyes. "Are you sure?" In this moment, without seeing it, I can tell her shadow stands taller than those behemoths. "Yes sister." She lets go. After smiling at me she lays down once again. "Good. Now, let's visit father." Note to self. Don't anger sister. "Yes sister." After three minutes of wolf walking we eventually made it to another door similar to the one we entered. "Just open the door and I will open another special entrance." And so I obeyed. We walked into another curved hallway.

"Open door. Password is, A wooden golem is made of multiple lives ending's."

"What does that mean sister?"

"It's nothing. father would sometimes act like lifeless things lived."

"Okay sister."

Tick Tick Tick. A staircase leading upwards began to slowly descend from the roof. "Sister how many hidden rooms are there?" I say while making sure I don't fall into a trap door. "It depends on how many passwords you were told." Yes? I'll leave it alone for now. After a couple seconds the stairs made a complete descent. "Just go up." Slowly, I climb the stairs. Because I'm so tall I struggle.

"Sister why did father make me so tall?"

"Brother why can you speak so clearly?"

"I don't know."

"Exactly."

After five minutes we make it upstairs. There is no door upstairs just a hole which leads to a large room. It's full of small and large wooden dolls. Some are human or look human and some I feel I know but the majority are mysteries. In the middle of the room surrounded by all these dolls is a large stone with writing on it. "You may let me go brother." She stepped of my back and walked in front of the stone.

"Here lies our father. Edward Delva Boroues."