I walked down the dark staircase toward the weapon room, the journey should take 5 minutes from the library, but the darkness and coldness made it last longer. I grasped my older brother's arm, Valentine; he looked down at me and shook me off as if I was dirt.
The Paris institute was a lovely place to be in, mother always brought us here every summer, mainly so she could flirt with other men without father knowing but also because she trusted the head of the institute and also the people who worked there and she knew that they would give us a proper education.
Once in the Weaponry Room me and my brother got to work, Valentine, being 5 years older than me and almost about to graduate from the academy in Idris, was much better at understanding the weapons and the power of them than I could ever be, but still he went easy on me, didn't shout at me from holding the swords wrong and didn't once threaten to cut off my ear for not listening. That's when I knew he wasn't he's normal self….