The King's Weep I

Chapter IX

Kahl ran through the thick forest, dodging any anonymous objects in his way. He could hear the faint blasts and roars of the fight behind him, and felt he needed to go back. Kahl could not let Viny die, not after everything he has done for him for so many years. He slowed to a stop, right in front of a large lake covering the vast forest. Kahl spotted some deer drinking the fresh water, but turned back around. He began to move back, back to the fight to make sure Viny stayed alive.

"You will leave me now, after coming so far?" A voice, so delicate, merely whispered into the air, making Kahl and his heart freeze. The voice that haunted him in his dreams, night after night.

Kahl numbly turned around, yet no one was there. He could have sworn he heard the voice of the lost king, the evil king. His brother.

"Stop looking for me, I am right here," the voice murmured near his ear from behind, making Kahl spin around in a 90 degree angle. No one, at all.

"Stop!" Kahl yelled, at nothing. He begun to search all the area around him, looking for him. "You are dead!"

"Brother."

Kahl froze, yet again. But this time, he crumbled to the floor in a dazed state. Kahl's vision was blurred with the tears he had shed every night. He had not heard that word uttered at him for years, years. "B-brother," he sobbed, hoping the voice would respond back.

Kahl then felt a certain, warm hand upon his shoulder. The warmth he had not felt in forever, the warmth he missed so much that radiated from his brother. The hand lowered itself down his arm, before reaching out towards his chin and yanking it up.

Kahl was faced with a god, an angel. The heavenly spirit so many people spoke about, the face he did not forget even after years. The face of a man who fought against the darkness, but lost in the end. The face of his brother, who even after years, even after dying in his arms, held that glint that made Kahl feel safe.

His luxurious and flowing bright white hair, a contrast against Kahl's that he inherited from their father, swayed facilely along with the wind. Kahl reached out, gripping it. He had missed that hair so much, only because it brought him peace and warmth. As Kahl examined the features his brother still occupied, like his bright pink eyes, yet from their mother, Kahl felt a tear fall. Then, he felt ten, then a thousand. He fell against his brothers viperous embrace, breathing it in, bathing in it. Kahl felt his brothers chest bobbing up and down from a laugh, a laugh he did not know the cause of. He did not want to look his brother in the eyes, or at all. Kahl just wanted to cry, cry for the king the people waited so long for. The king the people lost faith and hope in when he crushed them one by one with his black boot. Why did he trust such a venomous snake, when he knew what his brother had done to so many people? Their people?

Because Kahl loved him, that is the exact reason.

"Dear brother, tânără dragă. I have a feeling you missed me, was I gone for that long of a time?" The voice whispered hoarsely into his ear, soft enough Kahl almost did not hear those words.

Kahl then lifted his head up, and slowly looked at the man. He had a smile on his face, and Kahl had wondered why. "Brother." It was all Kahl could say, he had no words. His ears were ringing, his heart thumping at a unnatural and weird rate. This man, his brother, made him feel like the world was in his hands.

"I am right here again, I will not leave." His brothers voice had a promising tone in it, which made Kahl struggle for air. "Let us get up, and go home." The man suggested, and staggered as he lifted up the heavy Kahl, who felt like ten thousand boulders were stacked upon his shoulders, more being added by every second. "Here, trust yourself in me, all of you."

Kahl gasped at his words, and he had felt his cheeks redden by the second, making his brother chuckle. "Okay, okay."

Why did he feel like he had a retrenched vocabulary whenever his brother touched him?

This was the only thing on his mind as they had wandered throughout the hot forest back home, not Vahl or how in the hell his brother was back. No, just how did this man, his brother, an evil and serpentine man, make him breathless and senile with every touch, look, and word?