NO ONE HOME
It had been two years and three months since Ethan and I took our first tentative baby steps. In that time, many changes had unfolded in our quaint village and within our family.
Ethan, once the frequent crier demanding attention at all hours, had matured remarkably. He now expressed himself with words more than tears, a sign of growing up that filled me with pride. His laughter echoed through the house more often than his cries, a joyful testament to his newfound independence.
Ellie, my elder sister, had found her path in the world of magic. Her classes as a red jack class with her innate ability being wind Magic, were shaping her into a skilled practitioner. I admired her dedication as she practiced her abilities—enhancing and channeling energy with a grace that mirrored our parents' proficiency.
Speaking of our parents, I had discovered a fascinating truth about them: they were both Green Caster Class. Mom was a green buffer class and her innate ability being wind Magic, harnessing her powers with elegance and precision. Dad, on the other hand, was a green rooker class with his innate ability being ice Magic, wielding his elemental forces with controlled intensity. Knowing this filled me with awe and a sense of security. "Yeah, those are my parents, aren't they great?" I chuckled to myself, marveling at their capabilities.
Meanwhile, my own routine had become a steadfast practice of meditation. Every day without fail, I dedicated myself to channeling and gathering energy, hoping to awaken my ki core at an early age. It was a solitary pursuit, yet one that filled me with determination and a sense of purpose.
On this particular day, I woke up in my bed, feeling the soft warmth of the morning sun filtering through the curtains. As I emerged from my room, Ethan came rushing towards me with his usual boundless energy.
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"Woah, Ethan, what's up? Why are you running like it's the end of the world?" I asked with a bemused smile, accustomed to his exuberance.
"Emma, have you seen Mom, Dad, and Ellie? I checked around but didn't see them," Ethan replied, his brow furrowed with concern.
I patted his shoulder reassuringly. "Relax, don't worry. Maybe they went out or something. They'll be back soon, who knows," I offered, hoping to ease his worry.
As I turned to head towards the library, intending to read and meditate as usual, Ethan stopped me in my tracks. He paused, fidgeting with his hands, a nervous energy radiating from him.
"Emma," he began hesitantly, looking up at me with pleading eyes, "I know you don't play much, but Ellie's not here to join me. Can you please join me to play?" His gaze was earnest, filled with a hopeful plea.
I froze for a moment, taken aback by his unexpected request. "What?!" I blurted out, caught off guard by his proposition.
Ethan's eyes shimmered with anticipation, awaiting my response. I hesitated, torn between my dedication to meditation and the genuine desire to bond with my brother. Finally, a warm smile spread across my face as I realized the significance of his plea.
"Alright, Ethan," I said softly, ruffling his hair affectionately. "Let's play together."
His face lit up with joy, a wide grin stretching across his features. "Yes! Thank you, Emma!" he exclaimed, grabbing my hand eagerly as we headed towards our play area.
For the rest of the morning, we engaged in games that Ethan loved—building towers with blocks, playing hide-and-seek around the house, and even attempting some of Ellie's magic tricks (Results.. I'll leave that up to you to imagine). Ethan's laughter echoed through the halls, filling the house with a contagious sense of happiness.
In that moment, as I watched Ethan's joyous antics and felt the bond between us grow stronger, I realized the importance of balance. Meditation and learning were crucial to my growth, but so too were moments like these—moments of connection and joy shared with family.
As the day unfolded, and the sun began its descent towards the horizon, I found myself grateful for my twin brother Ethan simple yet profound request. It had reminded me of the beauty in spontaneity and the preciousness of familial bonds. And as I looked ahead, I knew that both my pursuit of magic and my role as a sister would continue to shape my journey in ways I had yet to discover.
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