Adrian

After dinner I sat in my room, looking out the window, contemplating sneaking out for a flight later. I had grown recently and my wings could no carry me farther, I longed for the rush of wind, the freedom. Someone softly knocked on my door.

"Adrian?" It was the butler, "You are wanted in the drawing room."

"Ok," I replied, "thanks."

In the drawing room, a fire blazed. Vincent (my father) sat in his usual green armchair, holding Celeste, Isabella (my mother) on the blue, cradled Julia. I sat on my rocking chair, gifted to me by Uncle Leo.

"You finally joined us," Vincent said teasingly. "Want to hear a story? Or would you rather sneak out and fly?"

"Story," I murmured, heat rising to my cheeks. "Sorry Vincent."

"It's fine," he smiled. "We all did that, right Isabella?" She nodded in agreement, absently fiddling with Julia's hair. All of us had pale skin, long white hair and clear clue eyes. Julia and Celeste (twins) were merely a year old, but their hair was already waist level. Vincent handed me Celeste (he talked with his hands more than his mouth) and cleared his throat.

"924 years ago, people discovered that among them, a few could harness energy. Back then they had fossil fuels, but those were ineffective and destructive. The energy they harnessed was a gift from the gods, Alunadro, Engelbreta, there you used to be more, but they have faded. We no longer know their names. Few could channel the power of the gods, but those who could ruled the world. For a while, everything was fine, but one day, war broke out." Vincent went on describing the great battles and the great heroes, I stopped listening, I did not care for heroes. I thought about Felix and how he never spoke to me, why? He talked to everyone else, but not me. I sat by and watched, and wished, but despite the stories of the gods, they didn't seem to hear. I would have given everything and more for Felix.

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"Adrian?" said Vincent, "have you stopped listening?" I nodded, and he smiled at me. "Tired?" I nodded again, still thinking about Felix.

As I lay in bed that night I made a promise, the stars were bright in the night sky.

"You're wrong," I told them. At 6 I thought I could take on the world.

Felix

After supper, I was called down to Father's study. My breath and pulse were slow and steady, but inside I felt fear twisting like a blade in my gut.

"Enter." I did, "Want to hear a story?" The room was darker than the night, that was one of the powers of moon wielders, to control something means to be able to take it away at a moment's notice, the moon is light, without it we are left with crushing darkness. "In the ages when men were men, real wars waged." I continued taking even breaths, "No one knows their names, but they are remembered forever. A giant of a man with a scar over his left eye." I felt burning across my face an unseen fire lashed across me. "Warriors who fought with their bare hands, known for their speed." Blow after blow was delivered, pain blossoming across my body, still I did not react. "And another, who killed 1,000 men everyday he lived."

"Then he did not live." It had slipped out, in the dark room I felt his fury grow.

"You should not have said that," He said. "You know I can't control Him all the time."

That night I lay in bed, staring at the bright stars in the sky. I made a promise, at six I knew I could take on the world.