Stone Circle Every story has its scars

More a stranger than anything else. It was not surprising to hear—Alexander had not grown up with his sisters and their mother. He had followed Kove back to Blackfeather instead, and it was there that he was raised and there that he changed; he always wondered what the cause behind the shift was but never found the right moment to ask. His eldest liked space and had been that way since his youth, so space was given—but perhaps doing so was a mistake.

“I’m sorry he is a stranger to you,” he said, although he knew an apology meant little in comparison to a matter as big as the present. “If I could change how everything happened back then, if I could go back and ensure that you four stayed together, I would.” Would growing up together have made things easier on them? Would Alexander not have been a stranger? Would whatever event that plagued him have ever occurred? There were so many questions but no answers to complete them; the elder could not travel back into the past, nor could he undue any pain caused.

“Thank you,” he continued, knowing there was little more for him to say; there was nothing to say that would change a thing, after all. “For giving him the benefit of the doubt. I hope that someday you two can be siblings again, instead of strangers.” Perhaps she would be able to get the answers out of the albino that Kove never could.