Among the cheering crowd, someone was watching from the sidelines.
His eyes were golden. Some say it was even sparkling, while his hair was the color of the setting sun, red-orange but beautifully decorated his head. Eros watched closely at his younger brother, and the moment he saw his mom in full support of whatever Apollo was doing, it filled his heart with rage.
"Why.. why is it always him?" he repeated those words inside his head until someone lightly tapped his shoulder.
"Young master"
Immediately, Eros recognized him as a mage under the care of his teacher.
"Dylan, what's up?"
"Young master your teacher has come, he is looking for you"
Eros nodded his head; however, before leaving, he glanced at his mother again before following Dylan.
"Apollo, why couldn't you just die?" he thought as his figure slowly disappeared from the dark.
"Hmm...?"