I remember the day I made you. Father brought me your egg and put it on my work table. Your egg was rather large and had the color of a sunflower. You wiggled around trying to find out where you were. You were very close to hatching when we got you, you see. Eventually while we were talking, you rolled around a bit too much, and rolled right off of the table.
This left a large crack in the outer shell of your egg and the unused fluid was dripping out. But it was too soon! Far too soon. So we moved quickly, removing the shell of your egg, father held your dying body as I opened the incubator, hoping that it was powered to keep you alive long enough for me to attempt to create your new body.
After putting you in the incubator, father sat and played with your tuft of black hair, trying to keep you alive and crying and sniffling all child like and what not. I on the other hand, had all of the hard work. I moved around my lab/work room, pulling out a small shelf where I had been working on cloning and reviving dead creatures. Making a body, young Lemmy, is no simple task, and it is easy to lose what you are doing, causing it to malfunction. Sometimes the body's pieces reject one another and it completely destroys itself.
It didn't take long, after I found the necessary pieces, to put you together. Welding skin here, using a bit of magic so the bones would meld together properly. Taking a need to place every individual hair in your head. I think you look better with blond hair anyway. Unfortunately I couldn't find eyes that pointed the same direction, so I had to go with the ones you have now. I asked father to bring you over, and lay you beside my small creation. Taking my wand, I used a rather difficult transfer spell to move your essence, your soul, into the body.
To be honest, I was terrified of losing you. I was scared that the body would reject either you or its own self. But you began breathing. We were so relieved. Your eyes..they turned such a pretty pink color after you looked up at me. Makes me wonder if your genetic parents had those eyes.
Then, you reached up and touched my hand and I smiled at you. Sadly of course because I knew that I wouldn't be your parent, no matter how much I wanted to be...I would only be your brother.