"Eir, my son, you shouldn't be scared of death. Everything has an end; it's just a natural cycle. You should look at it as a final rest. Don't grieve my death, as it will only lead to worse."
He frowned, clenching his mother's hand. She smiled at him, massaging his palm, as she slowly lost her eyes.
He loved his mother more than anything else; she was the only one there for him now that their father had left, after hearing the news of their new baby.
Letting go of his dead mother's hand, he looked next to her, where a baby resided. His golden hair... no one would know that behind it was the one who had killed their mother. The two pieces of blue crystal that were his eyes seemed so innocent... he was nothing but innocent.
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"Aether, that will be your name. One fitting for the outside, and not the inside..."
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