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We were staring at each other, silence taking over. I look at his features, trying to indicate whether or not he really was my brother. He looked just like him when he was younger. A small pale face, big golden eyes and soft brown hair.

     There's no way.. this is him.. My brother, is an irregular? That's ridiculous.

My train of thoughts was interrupted when I heard him ask me a question.

     "If you don't mind me asking, but have we by any chance, met before? You just seem a little familiar to me.." asked the little boy.

It was then was I really convinced that he was indeed my brother.

     I opened my mouth, wanting to tell him he was my brother, but decided not to. "Well, I am quite known in the tower so you probably have heard me from somewhere. Don't think too much about it though, just stick by my side and you'll get through this tower," I exclaimed.

I wasn't sure why, but I just felt that I made the right choice lying to him. After all, he wouldn't even have believed me anyways.

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