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A Very Unusual Telling Of The Three Brothers. (Harry Potter)

Once, many hundred years ago there was a group of three brothers. The eldest, Antioch, was said to have a foul temper, and an ego far too big. The middle,Cadmus, was quiet and skiddish yet almost so possessive he was harmful. And the youngest, Ignotus, who was surprisingly the most even tempered, and also said to be the smartest of the three.

The story begins when the three brothers came across a chasm. This chasm was know to have killed any who tried to cross it, and yet, the three brother, of all whom where Wixen born, where clever enough to not try climbing around it and instead made a bridge with their magic to span the gapping maw of it so that they could continue on their adventures. Suddenly, as the brothers reached half way across the bridge a being made if smoke and ash and skeletal remains appeared before them. It was said to be death themself, having come to offer the brothers their praise and a reward, of sorts.

Each brother got to pick something to be given. The eldest stepped forth first, demanding a wand to rival all other, and so Death agreed, plucking a branch from an elder tree that lay upon the other side to which the brother where heading, threading the middle of the branch through with a strand of smoke that made up their very being before handing it over.

The second then stepped forth, thinking himself clever, and asked for a way to bring back the dead. In response, Death summoned from the bottom of the chasm a stone of onyx worn smooth with time, telling the middle brother he had only to turn it thrice in hand and any person he thought of would be brought back.

Lastly the third, and youngest, stepped forth to Death, almost hesitant in a way, having thought long and hard on what he wished to ask for while his brothers made their inane demands. He made a request for what almost seemed soft in comparison to his brothers' requests of strength and power. 'I wish only for a cloak to hid me from my enemies, and even yourself.' Death thought this peculiar, but accepted, pulling their own cloak out to the side and slicing into it to fashion the youngest brother a cloak of his own. And so the brother's continued their journeys.

As time went the eldest would brag and boast about how he had a wand no one could defeat, fashioned by Death themself, having used it to defeat a long time foe of his own. But one must be mind full of what one says for one night, as Antioch lay resting, having drunk himself into a stupor at that very inn, he was unaware to the thief to be whom had snuck into his room, slitting Antioch's throat and making off with his wand. And so the first brother joined Death.

The second brother however had gone the long way back to his home town where he and his brothers had grown. In this time he heard no news of either of his brothers. So in his unknowing of his eldest brother's death, he arrived to the quiet, empty home. There he went to his room where he finally took the stone of onyx in hand, spinning it thrice just as Death had told him too.

Let it be known that in Cadmus's youth there once was a woman who he had been set to marry. Oh how he loved her so, and how unfortunate however that she had fallen ill and died before it was so. This is whom he had wished to steal way from death, and she was as beautiful as the day he first saw her, but heart breaking sad, for unbeknownst to Cadmus the dead can never truly live again, and so he could not touch her, even as they both grew sad, for she had been happy and in peace in death, and so, as Cadmus had realized she was still out of his reach, and knowing she was happier on the other side, hung himself from the rafters of his room so he may join her in her after life. And thus the second brother joined Death.

As time continued on however, Death struggled to find the youngest brother, only catching fleeting glimpses of him and always when he wasn't currently searching. And so on and on, many years past, Ignotus falling in love, marrying, and even siring a son. The years past until time came where he had begun to feel those years, limbs brittle, joints stiff, and he decided it was time to rest. And so Ignotus passed down his cloak, made of Death's own, on to his eldest of two boy, having sired five children total with his wife. He told to the boy, now man, care for the cloak for it had served him well and explained the story behind it.

Grief is hard on his son, as he knows what this means for his father, but accepts, doning the cloak as his own. And so, unlike his elder brothers, Ignotus turned to Death, who had come, finally able to see Ignotus again, and greeted the being as an old friend as he walked gladly into their arms, and with each step became young again as he joined his brothers in Death.