In the quiet stillness of the night, a boy rested contentedly on his mother's lap.
They settled into a soft chair by the window, where they could gaze out at the night sky in all its vastness. They both looked up into the night sky at the sparkling stars.
"Why are we born different, mother?" A young boy asked.
"Who said we were born different? It's just that we are a little stronger than others," The mother replied.
In the quiet stillness of the night, a boy rested contentedly on his mother's lap.
"How do you feel, Aizel, about others?" The mother asked.
"I don't like anyone except Alora. I am trying, just like you said."
"Don't worry you will get used to it as you grow up," The mother replied, ruffling his hair.
"Mother, how was father? Was he also like me?"
"Hmm... he was totally opposite to you. He used to love everyone, despite being from the outside.
