They were both small and scrawny, but more differences between them had now become evident. The skin of the one on the left had become a dark shade of grey to the point that it was hard to spot his features.
Only his eyes were clear. Eyes filled with fear, pain, and sadness.
The one on the right, instead, had pink skin and a cold stare. Whenever he looked around, he seemed to gauge his enemies. Whenever he moved, the blue flame followed him.
'Flames aside, the one on the right is Lith.' Raaz sighed in relief. 'I'll never forget his glare or how confident he was even from a young age. Whoever the other one is, he can't be my son.
'No matter what life threw at him, Lith has never been scared. I've seen him sad and hurting, but even then, there was strength in his eyes. I've never seen him desperate or broken. Who is he and why is Leegaain showing him to me?'
