Spirit festival

"Why do you think Father called us brothers?"

"I don't know. I've never been able to fathom the workings of that power-hungry old man's mind."

A sudden fist landed on Orion's head with a resounding "BAM."

"Ouch! What was that for? Don't you know how that man has treated me since I was a kid? For him, I'm nothing but a worthless son."

"Orion, I know you hate Father, but don't speak it out loud. People will start badmouthing the family. Besides, I think people need time to get over some things, and Father must be grieving because of Mother's death."

'Oh, here it comes - the sympathy card. Is she trying to manipulate me into thinking I'm responsible for my mother's death and then show kindness to that man? Yuck, cringe. Trying to manipulate a five-year-old kid, are we, sister?'

"Don't you dare try to put that on me. You all are trying to blame everything on a newborn baby. Besides, that man's ambitions were the reason for Mother's death. Don't ever try to shift your filthy guilt onto me."

"Orion, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

'Why is my blood boiling with anger today? Is this the influence of Orion's soul? Does he hate her even after realizing that she protected him from bullying?'

"It's okay, sister. I'm also sorry for being angry at you."

"No, Orion, it's really my fault. You can punish me any way you want."

"We can talk about this later, sister. Why don't we enter the room?"

"Fine," she hummed, holding her head down.

The imposing wooden door groaned on its hinges, revealing a familiar scenario as I remembered an imposing figure exuding his raw power was sat across a huge table, with well-organized loads of books and paperwork.

"Father, shall we come in?"

"Yes, come, sit down. I have an important matter to discuss with you."

My sister and I took our seats in front of Father.

"The Spirit Festival is going to be held a week from now. Get ready; you are going to have to leave Duskendale. Orion, follow your sister. Your behavior reflects the Nightshade family's reputation."

"Most of the heirs from the four continents are around your age. Try to get along with them, and Emma Greville will also be present, so present yourself well-dressed in front of her."

"I don't want to..." Before I could retort, my sister stomped her foot on top of mine.

"Yes, Father. Don't worry; I'll make sure Brother is the most handsome boy out there." She dragged me away.

'Oh, am I going to meet the future cast? Yeah, maybe everyone else other than Peter.'

"Ouch! That hurts. Why did you do that, sister? Do you have some sort of fetish or something?"

"I knew you would try to retort Father and anger him, so I stopped you. Besides, what is this weird word 'fetish' that you're talking about?"

'Oh, shoot! I forgot; she's too young for this.'

"It's a habit. It means habit. Yeah, that's what it means."

"Yeah, that's what it is for you, my dear brother. Besides, don't worry; we aren't taking a carriage. We will be traveling through a space portal." She stomped me again and left the hallway.

'--Sigh-- I wish I had some experience in manufacturing automobiles; could've built a Gulfstream, maybe.'

The next morning, we ventured into the city in a grand carriage and arrived at the space portal.

'Bleurgh,' Sister, you said no carriage, 'Bleurgh.'"

"Tehe! Sorry, I forgot about that one." She scratched her head.

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