The rain was pouring down from the darkened sky, soaking deep into the trees and the ground of the ancient forest, streams of muddy water running across the small clearing. Two figures were to be seen on either side, each standing proud and strong. A light wind made the leaves of the trees whisper and blew back the younger of the twos long wet purple hair.
Rilian stood there, gazing at the dark person before him with damp red eyes. A blazing lightning, striking at random, revealed their handsome faces: one showing grief and sadness, the other nothing at all, but a light smirk.
So this was it. After all these years
Yet he still remembered it as if it had happened mere days ago, that sunny summer day almost four centuries ago, when Endimion, his older brother, had brought a stranger home. In time, his visits became more and more frequent until in the end the three were inseparable. Rilian remembered all the things about magic and spiritual energy that man, Heluin, h