It was staring at him with those huge round eyes, bluer than his hair and slightly teary. His own eyes were clear and red. Its hair was blonde and skin was fair. His skin was pastey, as if he was dead, and in some ways, he assumed he was as he was made from this Light, his Other. That's what their, no, its, mother called him. It was standing next to her, clutching onto her robes with tiny, chubby hands shakily. He wasn't sure if he felt sadness or anger at that. More to the point why would he? His sisters had said that as an Unversed being rejected by his Other could be detrimental to his health, but he felt fine. Why was it that such a small creature, barely a third his towering height, in so much control of him?
"Sol, this is Kronoxethiera. Your... brother." Brother was such a lose term. They only shared a sire and mother because he was made from it, and nothing more. If it weren't for the fact that it was Light, they might have been fighting for the throne. It would have been onesided. He was far bigger, stronger, and more trained that it though they were the same age. It was weak.
"Hao ol' ish 'e?" Barely able to speak.
"Five, like you," was the female's answer. It blinked.
"Wai sso tal?" It was looking at her expecting an answer. She had none. It was how things were. It was Light, he was Dark. He was wiser, stronger. It was young in terms of thought and weak. Yet, he thought as he recalled his many lessons for the past 5 years, it must be something to not have vanished by now, for Darkness should have extinguished this benevolent creature years ago. He purred softly, making its mother pale slightly. It would not do for him to have a weak light. It could feel its mother's unease and began to tremble. A sharp pain in his chest nearly knocked the wind out of him. Sadness. The bane of an Unversed's step into madness. He didn't make an outward sign of his falter other than a grimace. His voice was low and smooth when he answered the child, if he could call it that.
"I grow faster." It was a simple answer. One that the child-thing seem to accept. She was surprised that he spoke. After all it had been a while since he had said a word to anyone when his sire proclaimed that the two would finally meet. Sol nodded and gave a wide grin which launched a euphoria through his body. Happiness. It dampened as its- his- mother led him away, and he almost made to follow them, but decided not to. He could arranged to see his Light another day. And when the doors shut and no one was around to see, a small smile came and left his face.