Lovely sweet innocence, an incarnation of light, who in their right mind could afford to taint it. Such beauty is meant to be protected, what else could it offer other than shining brightly till it reaches its exhaustion.
A hard working knight rises, the protector of the light. Life was very harsh towards it, having to build a layer by hand to surround the light. What else could it offer other than protecting the light till it can't afford to see the light dies.
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A pair of siblings was brought onto the world.
One being an incarnation of an angel, it's rays of light shone through rocks and flesh.
The other being an incarnation of a phoenix, it's roars echoed through forests.
A contrast between the two, one heals while the other protects.
A living myth birthed along with them, it's marks visible on both siblings.
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Sweet little innocence, a kind fragile kid. The world turned it's back on him, doubts and questions never cease to end, always following him. Everywhere he dared step a foot on, silhouettes seems to appear.
Poor little thing. It's protector has left for him, for their family. A lie drowned his sorrow, overthinking sleeps in. Maybe for once, he'd blindly believe, believe that his brother indeed is safe.
A blind fate traced along with it's meaningful meeting, an ocean waves drowned deep below the surface. The time flowed slowly, soft melodies arose. Tremors fleet away, his knowledge wins in the end, a prize bestowed on him.
Never right to ask for more, a guardian was what he needs. His proclaimed savior in his grasps. Structures changed, sides of his attention learnt. One name that held two meaning, power and fame.
Questions after questions. It never once seems to stop following him, but would it be a different scenario if someone you admired for long asked instead? It seems fairly different to him, trust held power. And so was what he offered, his trust.
It's doorbell rang, evil intends hidden with it's grasp. Porchay set out to answer, but returned for help. Darkness gloomed over him as he fell into a deep slumber. The drug working it's poison.
When awoken, darkness engulfed him, thoughts crashing with ease. His steps stumbled and his sense fumbled, his whole world crashed. His thoughts and delusion clattered, hopes all shattered, answers he never wanted received, his doubts answered. He wanted to believe, but the whiff of gunpowder, blood being splattered and senses of smoke, he couldn't believe. He couldn't lie to himself, it's a nightmare he can never wake up from.
Returning to his home, the home where everything began. The livid memories with lies, haunting him, the blood soaking the soil. It's history hidden between the walls.
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Frozen like ice, eyes glistening with tears. The shock written on his face, his stare never leaving it's direction. What stared back was that cold yet soft eyes on the picture frame. Another lie.
"I'm sorry". The last lingering effect of his world left him, Porchay thought he was different, but it was a lie to himself when he spotted the first red flag, a reassurance that he can place his trust on someone again.
The last lingering effect broke him, once a teether, became a breaker.
That following night, the sky cried along the young Kittisawat, sharing their sorrows with him, hoping to drown his pain. It's thunder clashed, lighting strikes, and the rain heavier than ever.
The protector of the light seems to be missing, and the light itself dimmed down. In the corner of the cold room, it used to be warm. Now, it has gotten colder and colder.
"I have to move on. No. I need to move on"
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Chaos was dismissed, anger engulfed the walls. Stood by the doors, the two remaining Kittisawats stride tall with pride, mischievous written on their face. The light shone so bright from the, blinding anyone in the chaos amidst them. The mark they bore glowed so bright, together it laced them with strength. Their outfits clasped pure white, like an angel. In this chaos of theirs, they strode past men from both the major and minor clan.
Together, the younger Kittisawat with his mark healed Kinn's men as the older sprang into action to protect the younger.
Porchay Pitchaya Kittisawat is an incarnation of an angel, whose mark bore its purpose to heal.
Porsche Pachaya Kittisawat is an incarnation of a Phoenix, whose mark bore its purpose to protect.
In the end of it all, the remaining heir of the Kittisawats family sat together, their lost bond repaired, an empty promise fulfilled.
The two Kittisawats embraced each other in the end, one to heal, one to kill.
Together, they both are a living myth. Their marks bore their power.
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Disclaimer
Yes I am aware this work doesn't make sense, there's a lot of parts I jumped and skipped. I always see Porchay and Porsche as a great team, one to heal, and one to protect. I'm pretty sure either the series or novel mentioned that.
