The archive of the forgotten

Have you forsaken me, Brother?

Trigger warning: Blood, gore and violence

The warm crimson blood tastes metallic in my mouth as I cough it up. My brother takes his sword out of my chest. His halflong brown hair obscuring the face I look so much like. He kneels next to me and I can see the familiar face, I know each little crease, each freckle each imperfection. His beautiful freckles seem to blend with the tear full of ashes. His gleaming armour makes so much sound as he kneels, a symphony of my death. Will I even be able to float with an armour as heavy as this. "I am sorry. I promise he says." I look him in the eye and I know he means it. "You held me at my birth, you held me when you taught me how to walk, you held me when you taught me how to fight, you held me when I was scared, you held me when I was happy, must you be the one who holds me when I die?" He nods as he smiles through his tears and I smile back at him I begin to understand why he was always kind. Because he knew he didn't have to be.

I ask myself why I have hated him for these years of war. Why did I ever hate him? He raised me, he nutured me and now I am dying by his hands. I feel the warmblood staining my gambeson. "Brother. I want you to know I love you and have loved you through all my life." My brother and former best friend says. I cough up blood with every cough the pain worsens "finish it, please I am begging you. I am ready." I say. He sputters as the tears get to much. I am sure he sees my childhood in my eyes. I wonder if he'll even be able to finish it. I want him to. Please do it Sinaj. "Close your eyes." he says with a broken voice. I smile. the warm blood floods my neck as I feel the sharp blade running along it. My pain ends with that comfort, the comfort of my brothers merciful embrace followed by the kiss of death.

12 years earlier

I feel frustated as my sword lands on the grass again. "Outstanding!" My brother Sinaj. My only family. He is seventeen, I am twelve. He has been my only family all my life. I've been raised by nannies and my brother. Sometimes people say I am not princely enough because of it. My brother dismisses that at all times and says I am simply too young. My brother teaches me everything. I know all stratefies because of him, I know how to play chess because of him, I know how to dance because of him. He is my ultimate hero. He is everything I ever want to be. With his kind face. His fierce scar and his kind smile. He is too kind to many people. Which is why there are too much refugees in our country. But it does help the country many times. And my brother is known as the peace king because even though he is very proficient in winning wars he is even better in keeping peace.

I have heard rumours that people are frightened of him because he seems too kind. But he is too smart to be naive. I wonder if he might be naive and than he shows me how to poison people or the most efficient way to kill off an army that is actually too big to win from. I do not understand my brother, why is he still so kind when he can be so much more? He could conquer whole lands and he chooses only to rule this one.

I look at my younger brother. Proud of his progress and trying to calm him down. "Hey I've had much more training than you have had of course I would win Endrit. It is normal that we need to train as children." I say while wiping his curly brown locks out of his green eyes. "Now go do something for yourself." I say while standing up and walking towards my advisor . Brutus, my advisor is a long pale guy with black hair that almost reaches the ground. He always wears a heavy black coat with an unpstading collar that conceal a part of his face when he doesn't open it. the silver clips are the only thing that has some kind of colour. Even his eyes are black. "Has huginn returned?" I ask him. He shakes his head. "Shall I send munnin to find him?"  he asks with his dark voice. Huginn and munnin are my magical ravens, named after the ones in mythology. they can show me what they've seen in the country. Endrit doesn't know I am use magic. magic has always scared him. I am not sure why exactely but if it does I do not feel the need to tell him.

"Any important things happening in the world?"  I ask while throwing parts of my armour on the ground and shimmying (There isn't another proper word for it) out of my chainmail. "no they're too scared that you'll be like your mother." "I will be once they try to fight us." I say while smirking and putting on my blouse. "Fair enough my king." "Well, brutus wait on me in the throneroom. I'll be there as soon as possible" He turns around when saying. "For your information my king. Devlan is waiting for you in your living quarters." I smirk. "Thank you for that valueable information" I say. Brutus smirks while leaving the room. "I must remind you that we have planned quite a bit so you cannot linger." I nod, knowing full well I will

This is an old fatasy book about brothers. I want to explore how brothers can get a strained relationship while you once were really close.