"What else am I supposed to call you… when you are my big brother?"
Rael's eyes widened as a question slipped from his mouth unconsciously. "What do you mean?"
The boy looked at Rael once before he began his story.
"My father and I lived in the peaceful forests of Socrana long before it became what it is now. It was a peaceful and quiet place."
He paused, his blind eyes seeming to look at something far beyond the room.
"My father, Eidolon, was a blacksmith revered across the world. Kings, Emperors and even Demigods traveled for months just to commission a single piece of artifact from him."
"But after I was born he stopped making artifacts for others."
Rael listened silently.
