The lighting didn't really weird him out that much. He was used to magic, and it was a good catchall for "understanding" things that otherwise made no sense.
What did come close to confusing and disturbing him, however, was being able to tell if the voice was from behind him and outside, or from further in. He paused, unsure which way to go. Thought about how his brother would handle this... the brother who hadn't tried to kill him, anyway. And immediately got a headache. Alright, then how would his dad....
Ah!
He swing a guitar off his back. Had he been wearing that a minute ago? Did it matter? "This castle might be made of stone," he said to no one in particular, grinning. "But I'm made of ROCK!" And with that he drew his hands down on the first intense chord of a loud rock song.
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What did come close to confusing and disturbing him, however, was being able to tell if the voice was from behind him and outside, or from further in. He paused, unsure which way to go. Thought about how his brother would handle this... the brother who hadn't tried to kill him, anyway. And immediately got a headache. Alright, then how would his dad....
Ah!
He swing a guitar off his back. Had he been wearing that a minute ago? Did it matter? "This castle might be made of stone," he said to no one in particular, grinning. "But I'm made of ROCK!" And with that he drew his hands down on the first intense chord of a loud rock song.