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Millenniums Ago
"Come brother, why stare?"
"Leave him be... he always looks out"
"Why should he? There's nothing interesting in the Mortal Realm"
"Yes I know just petite Mortals that could easily break in a snap"
"Do you know why he looks?"
"No, I do not... seems like he finds something that interests him"
"Well if he wants a pet we can just get it for him"
"Brother"
5 years old Nicklaus Darkmore turned to his two siblings with an unreadable expression. "What?" he asked, almost irritated.
"Do you want a pet brother?" Little Celeste asked, her big emerald eyes on him, hands on her jaw in the way in which she laid on the chair, her legs wagging back and forth behind her.
