Prologue

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Your childhood was a vibrant tapestry woven with threads of happiness and joy, each moment imbued with a warmth that enveloped you like a cozy blanket on a chilly evening. From the earliest days of your life, there existed an unbreakable bond with your family—a bond that was as rich and deep as the roots of an ancient tree. Not a single memory with your brother, [Brother's Name], or your parents could ever be tainted by anything less than pure affection and cherished experiences. The laughter that echoed through the halls of your home was not merely sound; it was a symphony of love, a testament to the unity and warmth that bound your family together like the intricate patterns of a beloved quilt.

[Brother's Name], seven years your senior, was your first hero, an embodiment of courage and kindness. Even as a child, he exhibited his quirk: the ability to create illusions out of light. You remembered how he would transform mundane moments into magical experiences. One sunny afternoon, he announced, "Let's have a picnic in the clouds!" With a flick of his wrist, he created a shimmering illusion of fluffy white clouds above your backyard, complete with a vibrant blue sky and a sun that sparkled like diamonds. You giggled and squealed, lying back on the grass, pretending to float among the clouds. "Look! I can see our house from here!" you exclaimed, pointing up. His laughter mingled with yours, a melody you wished would never fade.

As you grew older and began to discover your own quirk at the tender age of five, [Brother's Name] was always there, encouraging you. "You'll be just as amazing as me, I promise!" he would say, ruffling your hair. One sunny afternoon, while playing in the backyard, you felt an exhilarating surge of energy coursing through you. With a flick of your wrist, you created shimmering motes of light that danced around you, reflecting your emotions. "Look, [Brother's Name]! I can make light!" you shouted, your voice filled with awe. He rushed over, eyes wide with wonder. "That's amazing! You're like a superhero!"

"Can you make a rainbow?" he challenged playfully. You concentrated hard, and soon, a radiant arc of colors appeared before you. "Ta-da!" you giggled, and he clapped his hands, declaring, "Now we can have a rainbow party!" In that moment, you felt invincible, buoyed by his excitement and support.

As you honed your abilities, your quirk developed alongside his. You fashioned beautiful wings from light, allowing you to soar through the air, feeling as though you could touch the sky just like your brother. "Let's race!" he would shout, and you'd both take off, your laughter echoing through the neighborhood as you flew side by side. His illusions would paint the sky with fantastical creatures, while you created trails of light. "Look, it's a dragon chasing us!" he'd yell, and you'd squeal with delight, pretending to dodge its fiery breath.

One day, while building a fort made of blankets, [Brother's Name] turned to you with a serious expression. "You know, one day we'll be heroes together. Just promise me you'll always look out for yourself, okay?" You nodded, wide-eyed. "I promise! And you'll always be my best big brother!" He smiled, that dazzling grin that made you feel safe, and replied, "Always."

But this idyllic world, so rich in warmth and happiness, was shattered by an unexpected and brutal force that left no room for innocence. The day you learned of [Brother's Name]'s death was a day etched in your mind with an indelible ink of sorrow. It began like any other; the sun streamed through your window, casting golden rays across your room. You awoke to the familiar sounds of breakfast being prepared, the comforting scent of pancakes wafting through the air. But that morning, an unsettling silence hung in the air, a foreboding whisper that something was terribly wrong.

When your parents entered your room, their faces were drawn and pale, their eyes filled with a depth of sorrow you had never seen before. The moment they uttered the words, "There's been an accident," time itself seemed to freeze. The world around you blurred, and the only thing that remained clear was the chasm of despair that opened beneath your feet. In that instant, your heart shattered into a million irretrievable pieces, each fragment heavy with disbelief and anguish.

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