Introverted_Elowen41
Wemmbu Slyvin was the youngest of the Slyvin family.
He was spoiled, loved, and beautiful in a way that made people stop and stare from across the street. To his three older brothers, however, he was simply their baby brother-the one they would protect no matter what.
Parrot, the eldest, was always there for Wemmbu. Kind, intelligent, and level-headed, he was the one who somehow managed to fix everyone's problems, even when his own were falling apart.
FlameFrags, or simply Flame, was the middle child. Cocky, shameless, and constantly teasing Wemmbu, he could annoy his little brother within seconds. But underneath all the teasing was a deep love for him.
And then there was Spoke, the other middle child. Always searching for adventure, always getting himself into trouble, and somehow dragging his brothers along with him.
The four siblings had only each other.
They traveled together. They fought together. They laughed together.
They were supposed to stay together.
But what happens when one of those brothers is suddenly gone?
What happens when the others are forced to continue their journey without him?
And what happens when the youngest brother is left standing alone at his grave, crying for someone who can never answer him again?
Perhaps, somewhere beyond their reach, that brother is still watching them.
Perhaps he follows them from afar, silently protecting them as he once did.
But to his siblings, he is nothing more than a fading memory.
Will the remaining Slyvin brothers continue their journey while carrying the memory of the brother they lost?
Let's find out...