Little Aysel has always been the center of attention and attraction since a young age with her impeccable beach.
He remembered a time when they were had gone to the beach, being like a lil elf, she received flowers and crowns from boys their age, drawn by her beauty, and claiming they wanted to be her big brother.
Little Aaron had been angry then, chasing them away, his chest heaving with anger.
How dare they try to steal his precious younger sister from him?
And right in front of him?
Who did they think they were?
Over his dead body.
Little Aysel had stood beside him, taking his hand with a smile as pure as an angel's, her cute little canines showing and she said in a super cute voice. "You know, Brother, you will always be my brother, no one else." Her eyes were pure, and so was her voice, light as the chime of Chinese silver bells in spring.
