XAVIER
Twenty years ago, Marcus Zephanie had wanted to recreate himself. In doing so, he had found something extraordinary.
Xavier, he called this astonishing discovery as Xavier.
Which in Hebrew, meant brother.
Brother.
Xavier had opened his eyes to someone saying brother. He was confused and cold.
He felt himself shiver and opened his mouth to call out to the other being he could see outside of what seemed like a glass confinement.
But instead of hearing his voice, tiny transparent spheres floated out of his mouth. There was water. He was submerged in it. It was at this time that Xavier looked at his hands. He clenched and unclenched them, feeling something strange as he did so.
Brother.
Again, Xavier heard it.
Turning towards the peculiar individual who had his back to him a while ago, Xavier found himself staring into the individual's face.
"Xavier." He heard, seeing the persona's lips moved in sync.
