Enigma of Darkness ✨

The unyielding and unconditional family bond

Lucian felt a knot of concern tighten in his stomach as he watched his brother, remain unresponsive. With a furrowed brow, he glanced over at his other brothers, silently pleading for answers with his eyes. Yet, they remained tight-lipped, engrossed in their chatter, oblivious to Lucian's distress.

Feeling defeated, Lucian redirected his attention back to Ivis, his heart heavy with worry. He gently reached out, shifting close to his brother as he sang out the name of Ivis in a soft, hopeful tone. But Ivis still didn't stir, his silence echoing louder than ever in the midst of Lucian's concern.

Lucian's pout deepened as he pinched Ivis's sleeve, gently tugging to grab his brother's attention. "I am sorry for leaving work without any notice," he murmured, the words tinged with regret. Yet, as he stood there, he realized there were so many other apologies owed, so many things left unsaid.

Scratching his head in frustration, Lucian wrestled with the tangled web of apologies he needed to offer. Which one should come first? Which wound needed healing the most? The weight of his actions pressed down on him, urging him to find the right words, the right actions, to mend what was broken between them.

Everything felt like it was crumbling around Lucian, the weight of his inadequacies bearing down on him like a heavy burden. He hadn't realized how much his fear emanated from him, permeating the air with its suffocating presence. But then, in a moment he didn't expect, he felt the gentle pull of his brother's embrace, drawing him close, offering solace in the warmth of Ivis's chest.

"Don't fret," Ivis's voice, though heavy with emotion, carried a soothing reassurance that Lucian desperately needed. "I feel it can't be helped anymore. If possible, I would have never let you grow up and protected you with all my might, but that is not the case anymore."

Lucian's lips trembled as he pressed himself closer to Ivis, his heart aching with a mixture of gratitude and guilt. The words his brother spoke echoed every sentiment he had been harboring, releasing a floodgate of pent-up emotions. Tears welled in Lucian's eyes, blurring his vision as he finally allowed himself to release the tension he hadn't realized he'd been holding onto.

Feeling Ivis's tender hand patting his head lovingly only intensified the swell of emotions within Lucian, each touch a reminder of the unconditional love that surrounded him despite his perceived failures.

Myrril and Xion exchanged a silent glance. Their expressions weighed down by the gravity of the conversation unfolding before them. Kell, too, turned back to check on the brothers, his curiosity piqued by the hushed tones and somber atmosphere that enveloped them.

It was evident that this conversation held significant importance, one that they had tried to avoid for as long as possible.

Lucian's loneliness in his unique ability couldn't be ignored any longer. Araki remained oblivious, innocent in his unknowingness of Lucian's gift, and they couldn't fault him for that. The burden of understanding fell solely on their shoulders, a weight they had carried in silence for far too long.

Ivis's gaze softened as he looked down at his brother, his question hanging heavy in the air. "Did she tell you about it?" His words were laced with a quiet intensity, a reference to the elusive Moon Goddess whom only their family had been blessed to see. It was a sacred knowledge, passed down through generations, entrusted to them alone.

For Myrril and Xion, it was the first time they had heard of such a revelation. The legacy had skipped a generation, from their grandfather who had been bestowed with the vision of the Moon Goddess to now Lucian, the bearer of this sacred gift. It was indeed a blessing, a connection to something divine, but it also brought forth a set of challenges they hadn't anticipated.