Kapitel 229: [229] What they faced.

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...]