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I remember when my little sister was born, heh, hard to not remember it actually. I was about 41 thaws (springs) of age (looks about 6 years old) when she was born it was during the time of the rains (late spring). The village elders and also the village healer and her apprentice were in the room with mother. I was told to wait outside the room, “because I would just be in the way.” I didn’t mind. I didn’t want to see mom in pain anymore. She would scream out in pain every few minutes.
Eventually, I heard someone in the room cry out. Thinking something went wrong with mom, I rushed in. As soon as I enter I am blinded by golden flames and brilliant purple lightning surrounding a tiny crying infant. Every time the infant cried, I could hear thunder boom and the wind and rain pound on our small 2-floor house cabin. I was stunned. I was not the only one however, the healer and the elders gasped and whisper amongst themselves.
“This magic…”
“I know. It’s incredibly strong and pure… For such a fresh babe….”
“Indeed, one does not normally come into their magic until at least a month after their birth… and never have we seen one to come into it so strongly that they effect the weather.”
I gather myself and breathe in and out to try to calm myself. After doing so, I will my magic start to flow out of me. It is green in color and exudes a calming feeling. Healing aura. My magic gently surrounded the small room.
I look to my mother and see her tired and somewhat distressed look. Slowly, I walked over to mother who is holding the distressed child that rests in her arms. The new youth, with every step I took towards them, gradually calmed it’s crying to that of teary-eyed hic-ups and its magic recedes back within the petite form as it falls asleep. My mother looks up at me as im now standing beside her bed. She smiles tiredly at me and reaches out one of her hands to me and I reach for it and take it into mine own. She pulls me to sit and I do.
“Da’len, come, hold your new sister.” Without any more warning she places the child in my arms. I stare at her wide eyed as she corrects my way of holding her. “Da’len, mind her head or you may injure her!” she scolds. My face gets paler at this and I drop my magic to fully concentrate on holding this very fragile thing in my arms. I finally figure out how to position my arms to properly support her is my arms. My mother nods and smiles.
As I start to relax, getting used to the feeling of holding my new sister, I take in her features. She has a full-thick mess of black hair upon her small round head, surprising considering both mother and I’s are a shade of blond however, she had a somewhat pointed chin. Her nose was the graceful unsweeping slope of the nobler bloods. Her small but long ears flow gracefully to a finely tapered point. The long, delicate lashes on her eyes flutter a bit before she finally opens her incredibly large looking eyes to reveal stunningly golden orbs looking directly into mine own pale blue-green ones. (Mother’s are a grey-green color due to her magic.) She… is so beautiful… My eyes widen at this thought and I can feel a slight blush creep up to my ears. She is my new sister huh? ...She doesn’t seem real… Sister…Sister… “My sister… Momae what is her name?”
“Her name is Lyllian, Tamlen.”
“Oh… Lyllian… What does that name mean Momae?”
“Why it means innocence, purity, and beauty. Why do you ask my son?”
“I see so it means that? Then I think is a good name.” I smile up at mom then look back down at my new sister. “Aneth ara, Lyllian. Nice to finally greet you. I will protect you Lethallan do not worry.”