The hall hushes suddenly when my brother stands with raised glass. "Thank you so much for gathering in this joyous occasion. My younger brother has just turned eight years old and is ready to serve society. Thomas, please come introduce yourself."
The silence hangs in the air as the crowd glances around, waiting for the brother to step forward. I call lightly for Luke to get the other two. Moments later, they appear at my side. They ask no questions and simply sync their position two steps behind me and one step in their respective directions.
Lukas flies between them in his small fairy form. Alfred and Nickolas, aged fifteen and fourteen, were to either side. Lukas makes this a spectacle by creating an invisible walkway in the air for us to walk on.
Over the silent guests we walk. Our silence could terrify theirs, we did not even make the sounds of breathing. I gazed in only one direction: the throne where my brother sat in a fuming shock.
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How To Become A King
FantasyA child, only fourteen, dies. Reborn into another world as the prince of a monarchy, what will he do with the absolute power he was reborn with? Lose it, obviously.
