Gazing upon my brother's shocked expression I thought 'I know my second demand is harsh, considering that he's only been learning the intricate and complex art of magic for only a few months, but if he wishes to aid me he needs to understand the stakes, and that weakness and mediocrity is a mortal sin in this world he wishes to plunge in.'
But contrary to my belief, my brother's astounded expression did not turn to one of despair or disappointment at the sheer impossibility of my term, but instead he revealed a large victorious grin, as he calmly pointed at the water flask to our side, as his emerald green eyes shone in the faintest cerulean blue.
Staring at the flask I notice the water begin to tremble, before it exploded out of it's hold and began to dance elegantly in the air, transforming into many different shapes and sizes, such as birds and fish, as if celebrating it's new found freedom, before it once again returned harmlessly into the flask, as if nothing had changed.
