Tears were streaming down his face as he began to speak. "We were 6 months old when one night Someone Stole you from our nursery, leaving me behind in the rubble, blowing up our castle in the process. So many homes and businesses were destroyed that night, so many lives were lost.” He stops talking for a moment and looks up at me, taking deep breaths to calm himself down, I squeeze his hand and give him a small smile, silently letting him know it’s okay. He smiles back and continues. “Mother died giving birth to the 2 of us, but after you were taken, our father and I have been looking for you since. The moon goddess came to me in my dreams telling me how to find you sooner. I need to update our dad and let him know.” He pauses for a moment before he can continue. We are all startled by the
