Uh oh. Another angst-fest it seems. This is simply a very, very, very short fic dedicated to a certain organization member and one look on his other. See if you can figure out who it is.
Saira sighed, slipping into remembrance.
She had once had a brother. Silly and rumpled brown hair, bright blue eyes, a sailor's tan…
He'd always been recklessly heroic, too, if she recalled correctly. Always defending others. Not caring for himself at all—just throwing himself out there whether it be fire or storm or avalanche. He had lived to save others. And she had been proud of him—oh so proud.
After all, he was the hero of their world. Their small, water surrounded world where the worst dangers came from the storms and fires and avalanches and, maybe, just maybe, the giant eagles.
But then something happened and the monsters came.
That was when she began to fear for him. Her older brother was strong and brave and heroic but even she, in all her hero-worship, knew he couldn't take on the black beasts alone. They were small—almost comically so—compared to the damage they wreaked.
And they were after hearts. Not just any hearts—but pure hearts.
At least, that's what it seemed like to her.
Because all the nicest people were targeted first.