2-Family

Sore from the blow he received when he fell he tried to get up but it was difficult to the point that the times Evan tried to stand up he simply fell to the ground again and again.

He soon realized that his arms were thin as a twig and his skin was as pale as milk, just as he could feel the burning in his stomach and throat, a burning that made him constantly scratch his neck when he was aware of it, his mouth felt dry as if he was days without drinking water.

"Ahhh!" a small gasp came from his throat, Evan tried to breathe and let the small moisture relieve the dry feeling on his tongue.

Evan's small scream and gasps brought everyone out of their thoughts, each and everyone stretched out their hands except for the two sisters, small magic circles with quite a few symbols written on the ring manifested around them.

Some of the circles were green from these came a cool breeze that could alleviate the worst of the heat, the small red circles warmed Evan's body, from the purple circles that appeared around his body introduced nutrients into his body for a few seconds before disappearing. Finally, a light blue circle appeared in front of his eyes, and from it appeared a pitcher of water.

Without noticing the two young girls began to pour water into the glass quite slowly and quietly, you could see how they stuck the glass and the pitcher quite close, to everyone's ears you can hear the tinkling of the glass clashing constantly.

Her muscles tensed to stop her tremors and she handed the water to Evan, helping him to take it, as his arms were still not strong enough to hold it.

Both girls curved their lips as they watched him finish his glass of water, their eyes sad and their faces look like a sunflower covered in shadow.

What they began to feel just a few moments ago was quite complicated. They were joyful, so joyful that they would like it to be a week-long party all over the country where the music would play and the stars would shine at no more power in the night but at the same time they felt nervous, nervous that their brother wouldn't recognize them.

'Why would he recognize me if he's never seen us?' they both wondered.

Evan should never have ever seen them, they had no memories together and there was no way he would ever accept them as his sisters if he never had one in his dreams.

When the eyes of the three of them connected they could only put on their best smile and keep their gaze on him, it was the best feeling they could have, their brother was looking at them.

A gaze lacking in emotion, but it was also confused and innocent; a gaze that didn't understand where he was, if they were all based on his gaze they could tell he didn't recognize anyone.

If they read Evan's thoughts they would understand him better and realize that her thoughts were wrong.

With more strength than before and with his eyes already in a better state he observed the two young girls in front of him, he could not see them well. He could not see colors and the images were confusing, his eyesight was improving as the sun stopped hitting him so directly as it was covered by clouds.

The colors returned and his eyes could notice the silver-colored hair that both young girls had in front of him, he observed them more carefully with a lot of effort until the images became clear and he could see their features clearly.

Her skin is white and delicate, without imperfections. Silver hair that could reflect the light of the sun itself and piercing golden eyes similar to the purest gold you can find, both were similar, the only difference is that one had long hair reaching her waist and the other had short hair reaching her shoulders.

Their faces were familiar to him, acquaintances he had seen at some point, unsure Evan thought, clutching his head and squeezing his eyes shut remembering where he had seen their faces.

Until he came to the memory, a memory that was hard to accept and now it was so much more.

They were faces he had seen long ago, on a funeral altar, an altar that belonged to him and no one else. The altar of his family, a large family of five counting him.

Sadly he couldn't remember their names.

"Am I dead?" were his first words.

The two young women denied it but were surprised at their brother's beautiful voice which seemed quite healthy, as in their thoughts they thought that their brother would not be able to speak as he has never used his vocal cords, surprisingly this was not the case and they worked perfectly.

They both looked around, no one was moving, not even their mother who wanted her son to wake up, they just looked at him. They hoped that after having cast those spells they would react, but they did not.

It was not that nobody wanted to move, but that they had the wizard complex, they all wondered which spell worked and why he woke up, there were many answers but none of them were close to the truth.

And that truth, the truth that Evan woke up was one they were still analyzing, in their brains where they continued the constant and daily experiments without rest to wake him up, the large amount of materials and spells they used to achieve what was happening today before their eyes.

Vayre, as the most experienced mage with the best cultivation realm, was the first to move.

Tap!

Her steps were slow and then quick until she collapsed on the ground to embrace her little one, frantically she checked his body watched his pulse, and looked at his eyelids and the inside of his mouth.

All the answers she was looking for about Evan's condition she could look for with an analysis spell, but she couldn't, her mind shifted from that of a powerful wizard to that of a mother meeting her son after long years.

"Ouch" moaned Evan.

His groan of pain stopped Vayre's hands who were checking his teeth and mouth.

"I am so happy to see you" Her voice trembled but her words were clear, her feelings were clear and Evan could feel it.

"Mama-" Evan whispered, unable to breathe properly and feeling the wetness in his eyes he could only cling tighter, feel the touch and warmth of her body. The feeling he always wanted to have was the embrace of one of his mothers.

"Sniff" The sound of Vayre's small cries overlapped before Evan's, those watching them collapsed to the ground falling to their knees some fell better some didn't, but all had a look of exhaustion and accomplishment on their faces.

It wasn't long before they heard many footsteps coming into the room and all were stopping at the entrance, all women, strong with different and attractive appearances.

Counting those at the entrance there were more than 100 women who looked at them, each one with a tired smile, few were expressionless but in those cases, their feelings were more internal and did not show in their expressions.

Among them, a few footsteps continued to approach.

Evan with teary eyes watched her as well.

Short white hair similar to that of her sisters only this one is darker, instead of a color similar to silver it was more like a pure iron bar, her golden eyes resembled that of an omnipotent dragon, and her straight posture accompanied by her steps were firm and imposing, her clothing was that of a warrior who has fought many battles and has escaped unharmed from wounds.

Alexandra WR, The Lady of War.

There was no expression on her face, her eyes did not allow her to read her inner emotions either.

But somehow, by a maternal force conveyed by her mere presence, Evan can sense that she is happy to see him, to see him awake and with the opportunity to be able to spend time together, time that Evan deserves, that he is entitled to as a son, as a member of this large family.