Chapter 64 - Sixty-Two (1/2)

”Yay! Hurry up then! Please~”

I sigh. Indeed it has being a long time since I did it, but is not like he run out of entertaining these days, is just that he enjoyed the way I told stories, an idea that came from my previous life and their movies.

But it was understandable that my brother enjoyed this unique way that, as far as I know of, I'm the only one using.

”Which story do you want?”

”Yeah! Brother, you are the best!” I roll my eyes at that. Of course I'm. ”But I don't know… uhm… how about something new?”

”Oh, just like that, totally new uhm? Anything else mister demanding?” But of course he didn't catch on the sarcasm as he really thought about it, a bright smile spreading as he turns to Seiroe, the younger twin, and says: ”You could play some music on the background! Like, some drums to set up the mood?”

Seiroe did not know what we were talking about so my brother just confused him more by throwing information and demands.

So once I stand to prepare a few things, motioning for the bard to follow me and explain what I was about to do, he kept nodding from time to time, enjoying the idea with a bright smile curving his lips, making his white teeth shine in contrast to his darker skin.

”Oh, yeah, let's do this!”

I just roll my eyes. Another kid to take care of now, sigh.

But I wouldn't deny that the perspective of doing it with a bard as well looked very interesting, more… theater-like.

I wasn't doing anything incredible or outstanding mind you, I'm just going to tell a story in a different fancy way, something I created first to train my fire control and evolved to something a lot more refined after my brother got the first taste of it.

”Come, come, let's sit beside the fire.” I motion to them, walking over it and taking the pot out of the fire, leaving the square made of stones and sand clear of anything beyond the fire cracking about.

The first to come is my brother, followed soon by the rest as Aeglos brought some snacks from the table, and Ragnur embraced the drinks as half were empty and rolled out and down from his drunky grasp.

They are still going with this silly competition? I already can tell that the ones weak to alcohol are starting to flush and laugh a little out of contest; looking at you two Seiroe and Isa.

The Templar beside her was a wall of metal, so it was hard to tell… anything from him really.

Anyway, I put myself to work, quickly talking it over with Seiroe as we sat behind the fire on the opposite side of them.

I shush them, and once there was silence I begin to work, making the small shy fire burst to life vividly in a tall wide flame, instantaneously making my public stay alert to what I was up to, even the woman.

The fire bends and turns like a living thing, moving in symphony with my finger, like a conductor, as the strong almost white flame takes shape as my mind choose what story to tell, some determination covering my features as I knew what I had to do.

So I began, making the shape of a moon, the flames round and very white, the red on top as if the shaped moon was on fire.

Like a camera going away, the moon got smaller and smaller as tall buildings came to shape, standing tall above all, traced by a darker red.

”This story of a faraway land, another realm that no magic could reach, no monster existed, nor races, only humans and animals. As such, to survive, the humans evolved their tools, their technology, until they could make themselves fly” I say, showing airplanes, cars, guns, as I explained examples for them.

I glance over the flames showed me how attentive all were, as Seiro slowly hammered a drum on the site, only to set up the mood.

I start to describe the place and, on the contrary to what I thought, they are very intrigued by it, as a world without magic is their description of fantasy, technology seemly alien to them.

It was quite interesting to see, being somehow opposite from the majority back in my world; or at least I thought so; who loved fantasy movies, especially with elves and magic.

Now that's ironic, I think as I glance to the two very alive elves in front of me.

”One may think, in a place where no monsters exist, that life was fairly easy for humans, but the lack of magic and their greed makes them hungry for more, more profits, money, and to survive in this metal juggle one need to fit in, to work, to submit.

So, for our hero.” Cheesy calling it a hero, but my brother liked the term, so I always made sure to put it on my storytelling. ”It was quite difficult. He already started as an oddity, having no parents nor being adopted.”

I continue to tell my story in the form of a fairy tale, thinking too late that they would get bored by it; after all it was nothing thriller worth; but once I start to talk about the place, about cars, internet, cellphones, they get more and more into it, though probably more interested in the world than the story itself.

I look over them as the flames change again to a crowded street with cars moving about like, as my brother said, a ”pack of metal monsters”, meeting with Leo's eyes and soon realizing that they were on me from beginning to end, as if he knew what I was up to.

Knowing him, might as well.

So I tell them about the woman the hero didn't love, but forced himself to stay with just to fit in, just not to be the one without a relationship with 26 years, of how from a loveless life a beautiful child was born, and how could so much love be felt for such a little thing like that.

Only for our hero to lose the child too.

Born alone in the world only to be left alone once more. Hopefully not dying alone… I did not mention being gay, nor when I discovered it; that was something that only meant for me and Leo to talk about; but as I kept talking, moving the flames in some sort of television substitute, I thought how all made sense now… why I could not love her, the mother of my child, how I could not find anyone for the prime years of my life, how I felt… suffocated.

It was silly even… thinking I was the one suffocating myself.

By the time I was talking about the latest memory Isa and the younger twin had fallen asleep; him on top of the drum; part caused by the alcohol in the air, as the Templar and the older twin took them to their rooms and stayed there, leaving only a drunk Ragnur, an attentive Leo and a sleepy Hunthor to watch as Aeglos worked as a sofa for him, his back straight as his hand patting my brother's ears and head.

I finish the show without telling the end; which was handy since it did not have one; for almost all were already asleep, except Aeglos and Leo, of course.

Seeing that Aeglos was occupied with my brother, I take the time, and the courage that I still had, and called Leo out quietly, saying:

”We… we need to talk.”

”Agree.”

I lower the flames to give a darker look to the place, managing to have Ragnur in a deeper sleep, but my brother was still stirring uncomfortably on Aeglos lap.

I stare at him, stopping the flames, and dash forward, grabbing Hunthor arms and taking him off Aeglos lap before anyone could react; But before I could do anything more my brother vomits all over me… throwing up lava.

At least it doesn't affect me as it would with the house and Aeglos lap, so I sigh that the outcome was the one with less damage… until I fill some breeze brush over my lower parts.