• The air was cool to the touch as the sun set, letting darkness take over it's perch. Tiny twinkles of stars showed themselves as both suns' seem to sink back and relax. His golden brown eyes closed as he felt the the wind whisper ancient stories to him. He loved the cool feeling of night. It comfort him in an odd way, as he sat on a boulder. His home was here, at Sandfall village. The temperature during the day it got really hot, especially since Clorin has two suns to revolve around. But at night, especially at this moment, it felt nice.

    "Estar!" Perking his ears, Estar lifted his head from the boulder to find his sister, Pyre, running towards his location. Stretching, Estar jumped off the huge rock, his long brown coat flowing from behind.

    "Estar! What are you doing out here? You know it's dangerous to travel outside of Sandfall, especially at dusk. The cling could've gotten you and you would've...." Pyre started to cry at the thought. Estar couldn't blame her, their dad had died because of the cling infestation around Sandfall. This made traveling to other villages difficult. Sighing, Estar wrapped his arms around his sobbing sister.

    "shhh it's ok. I'm still here, and i've got my mirror sword just incase any cling comes in my way." Trying to comfort his sister, Estar started to walk them both towards their village. Guards were posted on each enterence to sandfall, but they all knew Estar and Pyre. His father use to be a second command officer, and the guards looked up to him as a hero. Both guards opened the gates as Estar and his sister made it in. Walking down the limestone path, Estar hummed a melody that only his family knew. It was the lulliby that their mother sung to them when either of them were upset. It was a nice quiet beat that told of a traveler trying to find a precious treasure, only to find a fragile maiden.

    Pyre gripped Estar's coat sleeve. "Estar, you are the best brother i've ever had." She smiled up at him. They were only about 3 years apart, Estar being the oldest. Since the loss of their father, he has become the man of the house. That ment going out to hunt for food outside the village, finding water, he also had a job to help organize old parchments and scrolls at the library.

    Combing his fingers through his short dark brown hair, Estar reached into his pocket to bring out some coins, his pay check. He gave it to his sister. "Thanks Pyre, and here. I forgot to go to the shop today to get mother's recepies. Can you pick it up for me, so i can get to our house and help mother with dinner?" Pyre nodded as she cupped her hands around the coins, then ran down the street. Estar couldn't help but let a small smirk cross his face. His sister was really sweet and thoughtful, but also over emotional.

    Estar walked up to a semi-large stone house. Opening the door then closing it, Estar sat on a wooden stool as he took his dark brown boots off. "Hi Estar!" His mother chirped as she gave him a really big hug. Estar hugged back, but not as hard.

    His mother looked behind him. "Where's Pyre? She's going to be late for supper..." His mother asked.

    "At the shop. I've forgotten to stop by and pick up your recepies, so i sent her down their." Estar said as he unstrapped his pack and put it on the table. It felt good to get that off, it hurt his shoulders from the wieght.

    "Ooh ok. So what's for dinner tonight?" Going through his pack, his mother pulled out what looked to be a nice sized Hurn, a deer like animal. HIs mother's eyes widened as she again hugged Estar. He was used to it, his mom enjoyed hugs.

    "Your growing up just like your father." She whispered as she went back to the Hurn to scrape the fur off and to get it ready to be cooked. Estar's eyes widened a fraction as he let the words sink in. Was he going to be like his father? Estar knew he could hunt, but he wasn't as good as his best friend, Ledge. Boy, he could get a Hurn twice as big as Estar can get, but he still admired him.

    The door opened as Pyre entered the house. "Thank you so much pyre, for doing that for Estar!" His mother said cheerfully as she took the somewhat old parchment and placed it up on a shelf. Pyre took several books out of her pack before fixing her long reddish black hair.

    "Archery? Are you going to take a lesson in that now?" Estar asked as he picked up a worn out book and began flipping through it.

    "I've always wanted to hold a bow, so i asked one of the mentors if he could teach me." Pyre exlained in a shyish voice. Estar looked at the book one more time, before nodding in approval.

    "Dinner will be ready kids, so make sure everything is tucked away before i serve!" Their mother said over the fire oven. Both of them took their pack and walked to their rooms. Estar's room and Pyre's room looked the same almost, except Estar had lots of knives, swords, hunting gear, and a couple of scrolls as Pyre had lots of books and stuffed cloth animals. Estar unbuckled his sword and unsheathed it. The sword had a very nice design and still had such a sharpness, it could cut you and you wouldn't notice. He looked at his reflection of his golden eyes, then sheathed it once again, placing it on his desk top. Estar took his pack, which smelt lie rotten eggs, and took it to the wash room. Taking his brown coat off and putting it with his bag, Estar walked back into the cooking/eating room where the food was already served. He took a seat, and all three of them started to feast.