For a moment Rowan was almost lost in the primal nature of his brother. He was a being of pure elemental chaos. Uncontrollable and unbounded, a million years would go by before he blinked his eyes, and although he existed without any drive to seek a purpose or even learn to speak.
Hekaton had been happy.
Elura had made a mistake, her children were already perfect, and it was her desire for change that brought a monster into their midst.
Rowan watched a small part of his brother's life. He rarely took a physical body and had only taken such a shape three times as he hated the constraint of the flesh, and the last time he took it was on the day of his death.
This was the moment he was looking for. This memory was short but strangely clear as if Boreas had looked for this particular set of memories inside the Hive mind and had replayed it over and over again.
For the first time, Rowan watched it happen.
