Brother of the Light
CHAPTER ONE
Fiore, X772
A young boy with blonde hair and black eyes is carrying a baby swathed in blankets as they wander a forest. The little male is clad in green shorts, little brown boots and a yellow t-shirt.
"What are we gonna do Sting?" The blonde asks his sleeping brother. The little boy finds himself venturing deeper into the dark and mysterious forest, the sound of crickets and distant birds being their only companions. Unbeknownst to the boy and his sibling, they are being watched from the dark by a pair of yellow eyes
"What is wrong, child?" A deep voice asks, making the young boy jump.
"W-Who said that?!" His voice trembles as ebony orbs scan the horizon, landing upon a gargantuan, glowing, real-life dragon! His humongous figure dwarfs the child as great yellow eyes gaze down upon the blonde from a scaly head topped with a furry mane rolling from the center of the head down the back of the neck and stopping just between the huge pair of blindingly white wings.
"I did, child," The dragon says softly. Noticing the boy's frightened face, he adds, "Do not be afraid, child. I mean you no harm, my name is Weisslogia."
"M-My name is S-Shiro," The boy says shyly, "And the baby is my little brother Sting."
"Where are your parents?" Weisslogia asks.
"T-They were killed in a fire, we're all alone now," The blonde states glumly, head hanging low. The boy's mind flashes back to the burning of his house. The howling of his dying parents, the tear-inducing pungent odour of burning wood, the crackling of embers as everything he held dear from infancy is torched, razed and destroyed. The images of his parents crying as their skin is burnt and scarred, combined with the noise of their spirit-breaking wails tears into his soul and breaks his heart to pieces.
"That is truly a shame, Shiro. But do not worry, I will take you in and care for you both," The dragon smiles, if he can smile that is.
"Really?" The little blonde's eyes light up, "You'd do that?"
"Hoho, yes Shiro, I would. I will also teach you White Dragonslayer Magic, a powerful type of Lost Magic. I will teach Sting too, but he is far too young to learn it now," Weisslogia chuckles before explaining the situation.
"Thanks Weiss!" Shiro cheers, running over and hugging the dragon's leg with Sting held close to his chest.
"It is no problem, child. Now go inside the cave behind me and you'll find a nest, go to sleep and I will find food and clothing for you and Sting," Weiss states kindly as the blonde runs into the cave.
Laying Sting down before collapsing beside him, Shiro's eyelids begin to feel heavy as the comfy hay pulls him into a sound sleep, after all, walking for a nearly half a day, especially at such a young age, can drain you of all energy.
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