Hiwaga

You turned to the Spiral, the stars on his body and wings slowly moving as his body took on a more corporeal, human form.

"Hm. You must be the human Harana found standing near the entrance. It's not often we come across humans in Sornieth." He spoke in a light, smooth voice that seemed to rise and fall, as if he was singing a song.

"A unexpected surprise, but a pleasant one. Welcome to Clan Avnokodro. My name is Hiwaga, but you can call me Luntian. It's what everyone here calls me."

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My older siblings were born in the stars, from within Harana's soul, as extra residue given form, just like many Caelistian familiars are.

I was different. Well... I've always been different.

I was born late. Or rather, I was given form, but not by the universe itself. Or was I?

It was years ago, when Harana was held captive by the Skrians while on a mission. We were so close to winning the war, but the Skrians weren't having it.

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Watching her suffer was... painful. All I wanted to do was help her, but I could do so little, because I was so young.

In and out of the hospital, of rehabilitation. Crying alone, in the corner of her room, while her cousins were arguing downstairs and drinking too much.

"All I want to be heard, to be listened to... is that too much to ask?"

Well, apparently it was, because no one heard her cries, her sobs. No one thought to check in on her. All she had were my siblings and the twins, who tried their best, but there was no use. Video games, books, movies... none of them worked. She only worsened with time.

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"Lun, you're being too harsh."

I glared at him, my eyebrow twitching.

"Too harsh? Too harsh?! Kuya, you must be joking! How many times have I had to remind you of this? If I don't keep reminding her of this, she will go into an endless cycle of self-hatred. Someone has to be the voice of reason here, and if neither of you are willing to take that position, then that person has to be me."

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"...I can't believe it."

My siblings and I stood there, stunned. Did we hear what we thought we just heard?

"Tawhi! Haliya! Lun! Come here!"

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Harana's... better now.

She's stronger. More stable and focused. She's...come very far. Once without a voice, she's stronger than ever now that she finally has it back and is speaking for herself and for others who don't have the ability to do so. She's become confident in herself, and she even learned to trust others again. It's almost hard to believe that she used to be so withdrawn and alone. And I know that my siblings are just as proud of her as I am.

Lovers, friends, rivals, enemies... they've all come and gone. But they always leave an important lesson for us. Lessons that I keep written down in this special tome of mine. I keep it close to me, wherever we go. I write down anything and everything I have. Whether those lessons are unsettling or comforting, I keep them safe.

Sometimes, on quiet nights, when Harana is in the mood to look up into the stars, I sit right next to her, with my book of memories, and we flip through it together. Kuya and Ate join in too, and we laugh and cry together, remembering our struggles, our fights, and our funny moments.

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I will protect Harana and my siblings with my life. That's all there is to it.

No one will ever tamper with her memories or hurt her ever again. I will make sure of that.

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