(From Blue's Perspective)
Illusion was part of magic. An essential part. But I never did it. I never thought about it either. I never tried it. Well, that's obvious, since I never thought about it in the first place.
When I woke up in the middle of the night hearing Demian's cry, I did not think anything was out of ordinary. There was no illusion. Nothing at all.
Demian was crying like his life depended on it. He always cried like that. There were times I got annoyed. I knew it was not his fault. He was just a little baby. But I was also a human. How much could I take?
As I fed Demian, I dozed off. But then, I jerked awake within a while. Dion was awake as well. Precisely saying, he was getting up. He would start crying too and I would have to feed him as well.
