Two worlds, Earth and Ririan, which are separate planets, yet connected through the power of one Linker, a person who is the link between two worlds, and can travel between them - and 16 year old Xenia must fulfill this role upon finding a ring in h...
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"maybe in another life / another world, perhaps; they'll find each other"
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Leion Chanteu's POV • Reslyn, Ririan •
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I dropped the sword by my side in a hurry; my auburn hair falling swiftly before my eyes. The aureate light from the sunset lit my face up with a golden tint.
My wings folded behind my back as my gaze averted towards my older brother, Lexon, whose back was already turned from me.
"See?!" I exclaimed while grinning at him eagerly, my voice echoing throughout the vast training room. "Told you I'm a better swordfighter!"
Lexon just laughed, placing his sword onto the rack. His messy brown hair was tied in a lose ponytail and his boots were echoing on the exquisite tile floor as his cold voice spoke. "You were lucky you beat me this time, but I could tell the lack of effort you had when you were swordfighting."
"You just don't want to admit that I'm better than you!"
"There's more to life than just being better than someone, but I guess you still have to learn that," Lexon explained as he took a glance at me and ran his hand through his hair; his brows furrowed and his eyes blue reflected annoyance.
He was like this all the time, I could never have any conversations with him due to his serious demeanor. "Why are you alw-"
"Leion," He cut me off abruptly. "I'm really tired. Please. We can talk about this another time."
Without another word, Lexon turned on his heels and left the training room, his coat swaying behind him.
A soft sigh escaped my lips as I shifted to put my sword onto the rack. He never wanted to talk about anything, yet alone to even his own siblings.
Suddenly, the large double doors to the training room opened again, causing me to have a small sense of hope that he returned.
"What's up with him?" A small voice emerged from behind the door.
It was my younger sister, Ara, however.
"I honestly have no idea. Just the usual," I said as I stretched my wings out and watched as she came over to me.
Her hair was wavy, and tied into two small braids in the front. She was wearing a maroon, fluffy coat with gold engravings since autumn was beginning soon. Her small frame was more than a foot shorter than me, making me look down at her.
