Splatalot
Thorne and Shaiden were standing in Thorne's room. Thorne looked at his sister. "What are we going to do about her? She's 15 and we're her only family," he asked quietly.
Shaiden sat on his bed and thought. "We send her to school like normal, teach her the ways to get into the castle without being attacked and we teach her about our jobs. Train her up. Think about it. If one of us was ill on a day when it was our turn she could take over. She's so like us in every way. Oh and we prove to her that we are still here for her and always will be. You got that? You pull yourself together for her," Shaiden replied calmly. Even though she was the younger of the two she was the best in situations like this. Thorne nodded in agreement. "I've got to go. Keep an eye on her," she called as she left the room.
Thorne stood there for a bit even after his sister had left. He then left the room and headed along the corridor. He stopped outside Shaiden and Elisa's room. He thought about knocking but decided that he was a defender of Splatalot so had a right to go where he wanted. Just as he was about to burst in Elisa called out, "I know you're there Thorne." Thorne froze then tentatively opened the door. He peered around.
"How?" he asked. Elisa just looked at him and pointed to her head. Thorne grimaced and mentally kicked himself. "Of course. Telepathy," he murmured. Elisa smiled at him and gestured for him to sit on the bed.
"Shaiden sent you didn't she?" Elisa asked. Thorne didn't reply so Elisa took that to be a yes. "I'm fine Thorne honest," she paused and clutched her head. "But I don't think Ballista is," she continued.
Thorne jumped up and grabbed Elisa's arm and dragged her downstairs.