Freshly back from his near death, O'shea finally understood how difficult it would have been for him alone to achieve success in the ritual he was planning. He also understood that his life would probably have ended, it just stayed in his body only because an elder from his family or an ancestor interfered otherwise that damn politician would have taken over his body.

The ritual he was planning would have made his body more free to accept the magic but it backfired as the ritual itself succeeded but the newly strengthened magic flow started body to fragment. This caused his soul to dissipate but the elder preserved his soul alongside excessive energy of ritual and helped it restore in pristine condition back where it belonged.

Now comes the interesting part when somehow the politician's soul crossed over in his body which was vacated due to his own soul dispersing. The memory which flashed in his brain not only reminded the politician of his life but also that of politicians life to him. As his soul restored and returned to the original body, where it belonged and the foreign soul was displaced, which was surprisingly easy enough with the guidance of his ancestor. The other soul should have simply left his body but rather it somehow dissipated and since the soul is in itself a pure form of magic so instead of leaving his body it strengthened his own existing soul and with the completed ritual stacked on top of a strengthened soul he could safely say that his magic power skyrocketed. Now that everything was over now only dissecting the memory of that politician was left.

But first, SandCastles. After breakfast, O'shea carried his sister to the creek near his house. Since, his parents weren't going to disturb him before lunch as he has promised to care for his sister, so he set a hammock to rest in the shade of a tree. Then some snacks and he was all set to spend the day with the cherubic angel.

When his soul was dissipating the memories of his life were flashing before his eyes one by one. The regret he felt the most when his life was going to be no more was the time he spent with his family . His father was a newly minted high wizard of the family while his mother was already high wizard and currently one of most expected witches to become the next warlock in the family. She was one of the most talented witch in the family for generations now with her talent being compared to legendary witches like Rowena Ravenclaw. The continuous upgrade of mother's magical talent and the fierce rivalry between the family for resources has caused some rift between my parents but mostly me and my sister where untouched by it.

Both of my parents like to spend their free time with the children but I was always busy fantasizing about the greatness of the family and the enormity of the magic which I can perform when I became a gre at magician. I used to spend most of my time doing magic research and reading ancient myths in the family library, which may sound hilarious now in the hindsight as what magic research can an adolescent boy do in a family of generational wizards.

This has caused an invisible wall to be built between me and my family members but withstanding that even though my relation with my family remembers was distant it was not particularly bad to speak of. My sister, on the other hand was loved throughout the family, even factions opposing my parents agreed that my sister was cuteness overloaded. I was not present at the time of my sister's birth, but I have heard from other members that even when she was crying and smelly, she was a beloved of my grandmother who was the sister of current patriarch.

Also since both my parents were genius but I myself was an averagely talented wizard it was expected that the dominant genes of my parents will show up in my sister and she was expected to be another genius from my family. The magical talent was not something which could be measured before magic was performed but it was expected that by the time she turns eleven her magical force would have touched the ceiling of what a wizard or witch who has graduated from school would have. These factors might do well in future but currently she was still climbing trees and hanging on her elder brother's shoulder like a little monkey.

My so called magical research, which I was quite certain was a joke in the eyes of the seniors of the family as it was pointless, have kept me busy to cultivate an exceptional relation with my sister but she was still quite close to me maybe it was because of blood or because of staying in the same house together. When memory started flashing one by one across my eyes what I felt was there is so much more magic that I could have performed but there was only so little time which I could have spent with my sister before she grows up into an adult. I am a bit sad that my parents were never that close to me but most of the regret was centred around how little time I spent with my family. The most important thing now is to make memories.. happy memories, memories which I can remind myself when I will be going through tough phase or memories which I can recall when I grow old. This love, this family it is the most important thing for me and this I will preserve. Magic is something which I will continue to grow as I believe that tomorrow I can help my family better if something happened to me just like the elder saved my life and from a certain death. But that's for tomorrow, today I will make the most beautiful sand castles of the world for the most beautiful little angel.

"Brother, which castles we will make today ?"

"We will make my school today, the Hogwarts Castle. "

"No, lets make a big Castle today, super big. "

"Alright baby girl we will make a super big castle, but Hogwarts is super big too. "

"Is it bigger than elder granda castle?"

"Um, no." Now I am reminded that despite her cuteness, she has a habit of making people speechless once she starts talking.

"No, then make elder granda castle."

The castle she was referring to was the home, the patriarch lives in Hemlock islands near the Pacific Ocean. It was both the family headquarters and magic laboratory for ages, of the Wyllt family. The Wyllt family has numerous side branches who lived in different villages across the Europe and some even across different continents but the patriarch and the main force was situated in the Garhys castle on the Hemlock islands.

Usually kids are not allowed there due to high amount of magical experiments everywhere and only twice a year they were welcomed when whole family gathers for Christmas and summer vacation classes.

But, Shayna was there every week roaming around on her grandfathers and grandmother's shoulder. She was a quiet kid and so keeping her around was no bother. And the elder grandmothers were all loved to pinch her cheeks. So, everytime either father or mother went there, Shayna will accompany them.

"Alright then let's make it."

"Make an ocean too. Use your stick. "

"It's called a wand, sweetie. You have one too, right?"

"Uh_uh. But it doesn't work. Mama said that I have to grow as tall as her waist before she buys me a working one."

"Alright. Lets make a castle in the middle of the lake. See your brother perform awesome magic."

I heaved and hawed my morning and afternoon playing around using levitating magic and Finito to make a sandcastle in the lake with a floating charm to keep it afloat. By the time of lunch, we have created a pretty good replica of Garhys. We were both wet, but my little sister was happy and I was making progress on my plan of making memories with my loved ones.