In a lavish room, filled with the colors of silver and gold, lay a grey-haired boy, sulking in the corner.
A bow lay beside him, as the boy cried.
[You think you are the only one?]
'His' voice was heard.
I stood there silently...looking at Henry.
His figure materialized... A golden-haired man wearing a metal mask, and possessing jade green eyes.
He sat on the bed, whilst looking at the crying boy.
[Our little Henry Fornum, A child who had the trauma of being Talentless.
A child born in the wrong time, in the wrong generation, overshadowed by his siblings...and most importantly his sweet, talented Brother.]
He said...and I stood still, silent.
[To bear the brunt of expectations, Expectations that would be fruitless. His talent overshadowed by the immense talent possessed by his brother, Ezra Fornum.]
[To have your entire efforts, your hard work all amount to nothing, because of someone else.
What would you feel?
To have the skill you spent so long to master...]
