Silhouette was seated in the grass outside of the beautiful Blancblack Castle, a luxurious residence that belonged to his parents, Etihw and Kcalb. He had decided to spend his time practicing his creation magic, determined to achieve mastery over it just as his mother had achieved. Silhouette found himself contemplating the difference between his own magic abilities, his destruction magic felt simpler and more straightforward than his creation magic, since destroying something was much easier than creating something else.

Silhouette remained outside for a couple hours, intensely focused on controlling the glowing energy that surrounded him. With a deep breath of determination, he began to mold the energy into a recognizable object. Silhouette carefully manipulated the energy with his thoughts, his brow furrowed in concentration. He could feel the energy shifting and changing under his command, moving in obedience to his mental commands. Despite the effort and time he was putting into his task, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and excitement growing within him as he watched the energy slowly take shape. ...His eyes widened with excitement as he finally succeeded in creating something from the glowing energy—a small, gray stone, similar to the larger black and white ones that adorned the world's landscape. A sense of pride and accomplishment washed over Silhouette, and his heart raced with excitement at the thought of showing off his new creation to his mother, Etihw.

With the small gray stone levitating between his hands, Silhouette excitedly stood up, but to his dismay, the stone immediately disappeared. At the same time, a sudden crash and sound of shattering glass caught his attention, and he quickly looked towards the source of the sound. To his surprise and horror, Silhouette realized that his actions had caused a nearby window to break, and shattered glass now lays scattered on the ground. Silhouette's heart sank as he realized the consequence of his eagerness. He had gotten up too quickly, causing the small stone he had been levitating to launch towards the nearby window, shattering it. Silhouette could only utter a soft, guilty "...Oops," knowing deep down that his uncle, Wodahs, would be absolutely livid with him.