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My eyes were jolted awake as my head hit something solid. I looked down at the small puddle of drool that had gathered on the book in front of me.

'That's right, I'm in the library'

I shook my head to wake myself up and stretched out my stiffened muscles.

*Yawn*

I yawned loudly as I rubbed my eyes, it seems like I was still a bit tired. But even when I closed my eyes for a few seconds I wasn't going back to sleep. Nothing I could do about that.

I stared up at the mana crystal that was hanging above me. It was the source of light we had found in this weird library. Yes, both me and Rose came in here looking for shelter and we found nothing wrong with this place.

Father had told me all about what I should have found in the library; books, shelves, knowledge that could properly teach me things that even he didn't know about. I was shocked at the time about the amount of knowledge that was supposedly in the library, but after coming here I found out I was still ignorant about all the knowledge it contained.

It would take me a long time to read everything in here, even after 3 weeks I was nowhere close to finishing it all. Though I shouldn't expect to finish it all in this short amount of time.

But my thoughts were side tracked. The first day we got here, both I and Rose saw nothing wrong with the place, while my foreknowledge told me that this place was a normal library.

We didn't take note or think it was weird that the lights were made from mana crystals, that we found out later by reading one of the books, or the fact that the books that were in here, were not normal.

Books that talked about mana in a general terms, or discussed enchantment were not normal.

After father's incident when he woke up, it took him a while to calm down. Once he did though he noticed these differences. We all had no clue what was going on, but he hypothesized that we had somehow entered into this library while walking through the other.

It contained information that couldn't have come from the world before the change. The problem was that someone else seems to have been here before us. Most of the books, that populated this rare section of the library that was lit by mana crystals and had an archaic design, were gone.

The place had been cleared out, someone else had figured out how useful the information was. At least they left some of the books behind, which gave us general knowledge.

Over the time since we got here I had been diving into all the books I could get my hands on. I couldn't stay ignorant forever, that wouldn't help either me or father. I had to learn more so that I could be of use.

So while father was recovering I had devoted myself to learning. I had started off slow, but had started getting faster and faster as I went. New ideas came to me as I expanded my vocabulary and understood the world around me.

I could still access the normal books in here, so I started with them.

Sadly I had figured out that father wasn't my actual father in a sense. I never thought about it deeply, because my instincts always told me what I needed to know, and it always told me this fact. Even now it still tells me this, but I know. After I realized that father was of the human species, and I was of another I figured out this fact.

But it didn't sway my love for him, I would never change my opinion on this matter, Liam was my Father!

Getting up, I picked up the book that had a small puddle of drool in it and searched around for something to clean it up.

I didn't usually have such a good sleep.

I stopped and frowned to myself at the thought.

That meant father had kept the connection closed.

My fist gripped tightly as I thought about our connection. I always hated it when the connection would close between us; it wasn't until recently that he learnt how to do it on command.

He may have said that it was for my own good, but I couldn't help but hate the fact I couldn't sense or feel him. It made me feel empty inside, lonely.

This was all my fault!

My palm started to bleed as I thought of why this happened. I couldn't control myself once again. I was the reason father was in such pain.

d.a.m.nit.

I felt my emotions turn dark as I couldn't calm myself down by feeling father, and just when I was losing control, I smelt it.

My nose twitched as the scent of blood entered. It wasn't the blood that had come out while gripping my fists; it was coming from another room. And I instantly knew who it came from.

My expression grew tense as I dropped the book I had been holding and rushed towards the smell. Without the connection between us being up, I now had a few different ways that I could track father. Of course one was smell, the other was the fact I could follow the thread between us. Even though it was closed, I could still see it. I knew it would never disappear, which gave me small warmth.

But that warmth was smothered as I made my way closer and closer to him. I think I knew what was happening.

Rushing without making much noise, I soon saw him. The room was dark, being dimly lit by a small mana crystal that was off to the side. A book was in front of him as he held a small icicle. At the tip of the icicle was wet blood.

Seeing what I had feared I rushed over and stopped him from moving. Gripping onto his hands I felt how weak they were. There was no strength in his arms at the minute. Being closer to him I could see the worn out body and fatigued face.

The reason we had to cut the connection.

My fault!

I gritted my teeth as I looked at his feeble body and sad expression. The bags under his eyes betrayed how tired he was, so tired that he was cutting himself to stay awake!

"Brother!"

My voice came out a bit louder than I intended, but I was concerned right now!

I had started calling him brother for a while now, ever since I started learning more and more, I realized his need to be called brother. I didn't like it at the start when I was smaller and still loved to call him father in my mind, but I knew that what he needed right now was a sister.

It pained me seeing him like this, so everything I could do for him, I would.

His lifeless eyes turned to me; he had been staring at his arm. It had many small cuts all over it with dried blood caked above. With our regeneration any cut that he did would heal fast. I felt my strength leave my arms as I looked at those eyes, I could see the fear and terror in them. This was the weakest I had seen him.

My mind flashed back to the incident that happened when he first awakened and terror filled me up again. I didn't want that to happen again!

My arms regained their strength as I stopped his hand and plucked the icicle from his hand, throwing it a distance away. But even with me doing this, he did nothing. I knew that if I left him alone right now, he would just create another icicle and continue what he was doing.

"Please restore the connection."

I stated it in a calm manner hoping that he would oblige, I could possible help him by connecting with him. I could help bear his burden. But his body just shook as he shook his head. It made me grit my teeth harder.

Let me help you!

I shouted out in my mind my true feelings. I knew I couldn't say that too him, I had to keep my calm at times like this, and help him by staying calm. But d.a.m.n it hurt to see him like this.

He continued to stay silent as I watched him; I could feel the energy in his body as he started to make another icicle. My fury grew as I watch it appear in his hand. Once again I grabbed it and threw it to the side.

His eyes were getting heavy and I could see he was struggling to stay awake; the terror in his eyes was getting stronger.

"Father!"

I couldn't help myself as I called him father, but I still got nothing.

"Brother!"

His body shook slightly.

"Liam!"

"ella…"

His voice was small as he finally talked to me.

"What are you doing?!"

A small smile came to his tired face as he looked me right in the eye.

"I'm killing two birds with one stone. By practicing ice like this, I can keep myself awake and atone for my sins, while upgrading my skill. Hahaha, I guess its 3 birds with one stone."

His weak words, self-deprecating sentence, sorry look and tremble in his voice as he mentioned staying awake, broke my heart. I bit my lower lip and felt a little blood flow as I struggled internally.

"Please restore the connection!"

I shouted out as he again shook his head, let me help you!

"Let me help you!"

I felt tears well up in my eyes as his eyes turned gentle, and he said in a soothing voice.

"These are my burdens to bear."

His words didn't help; they just made me more distressed as I thought of anything that could help. Nothing could help him, he wouldn't let me in, and he wouldn't ask for help, he thought it was his fault!

It was my fault! I killed those people! I was the one who did everything! Why did he have to blame himself?! I had told him this many times, but he would never listen.

d.a.m.nit!!!!

As I tried to think of something that could help, he once again created an icicle. I grabbed it again and threw it. He sent me a sad smile and spoke quietly.

"Please Ella, I just don't want to sleep for a while. Please."

His voice was pleading as he spoke to me. My brain went into overdrive as I finally thought of the solution; it may not be what he wanted. But it had to be done.

"I'm sorry."

He didn't understand what I meant and I didn't give him time to respond. I pulled my hand back and hit the back of his neck, knocking him out. I learnt how to do this from one of the books, but I didn't think I would use it this soon.

His face turned to one of panic as he felt the pain in his neck, but he couldn't do anything as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he dropped unconscious.

The connection didn't restore even when he was out, but I didn't mind. I just had to stop him from hurting himself.

"Sorry, it's the only way."

When he wakes up he would be feeling better. He would be able to make decision better and be clear headed. I didn't care if he wanted to punish me somehow, it had to be done.

I gently picked him up and started to move towards a couch that was off to the side. I reached up to my face and felt the tears that had collected while I had been talking to him.

As I looked at his broken self I couldn't help my hate to rise.

I hated humans!

I hated them for all this pain!

I hated myself for losing control! But I hated them more!

Their mere existence caused father pain one way or another!

d.a.m.n them, just leave us alone!!!!

I calmed myself as I made it to the couch and placed him down. There was just enough room for 2 bodies so I lay down next to him. Giving him all the warmth I had, I looked at his tired face.

I continued to stare at him as I waited for him to wake up.