Zoe searched the whole house and finally found her brother in one corner of a terrace of the easternmost part of their house. When she reached there, she saw him looking ahead in a distance, his back facing her.
The Sun was still blazing above the head. The only chillness available was provided by the blowing wind. Although younger than her, Cyfrin carried that mature aura around him. He was way ahead of everyone in their breed. His projection of the future for their people sounded foreign and impossible.
But his conviction and faith in himself never seized to amuse her. He knew he had no chance of taking the reigns, but still, he tried his best to become a person who was worthy of that title.
