The King's Weep I

Chapter XX

Kahl ran through the crowd of injured people, aiding and protecting them from the cold. The dragon, a beast of the sky, disappeared through the roaring smoke when the young one had stabbed his dear brother. Kahl had not known where his brother left to, yet, he did not care.

Kahl's care was strictly prohibited, only for his people and himself. The Kingdom of Elisbeta was in ultimate ruins, and Kahl had no sense of what to do. He had wished his father was here to help him, but he had gotten rid of that mistaken trader at the beginning of the tragedy.

"King Kahl, troops from The Kingdom of Tyrun have come to aid us," a soldier on the side of good informed Kahl. He nodded, and quickly made way for the kingdom gates.

The wooden gates opened miraculously, and there stood a large number of fitted soldiers, with many supplies on backs and hands. King Kahl gestured of the head for them to come in, and they quick spread through the large village for the sore target of treatment.

Kahl felt a sudden weakness to his knees, as he had begun to think about his brother, the look of neutral happiness on the pale face. Kahl could still be the blood, the strangely ice cold blood that ran down his hands.

That was what had scared the younger brother so deeply; that Dragomir was truly, and untenably, a monster to the core. The older brother had felt the release of a greater bad, the start of something so terrible, the gods above had cried. Kahl had not known, by digging the dagger into his brother, had flipped off the last strand of humanity in that poor mans body; a monsters cave.

The wails of children awoke Kahl from a grim reminder, and he began to move his feet against the ever-lasting snow.

Then, Kahl had noticed it. The children of the kingdom were not crying and reaching out for help, but because of the snow.

It had stopped.

Kahl felt the lungs in his body stop, freeze. The flowers from the trees had began to scatter upon the scented snow, and the looks of pure joy lit up the broken crowds of people.

As the midst of people celebrated and cheered for the gone snow, Kahl felt his legs give out of hope. His body tumbled to the ground in an ultimate defeat, and Kahl had felt numb.

Kahl felt cold, and broken. His tears had shed across the snow, which created a melted pattern.

The snow had stopped, and so has the gears of goodness inside Dragomir's broken body.

Kahl's soul felt lost, longing for his dear brother, his evil brother that had truly, forever fell hopeless to the arms of the Devil, and the flames of Hell, for eternity.

And, as Kahl had cried for the brother he had lost, Dragomir was smiling.

The lost soul, the man in a wrong time and place, had been smiling for his young brother.

For, Kahl had finally realized the true pain of losing someone that held the key to his heart.

And, that was the same feeling Kahl had given to Dragomir as the kiss ended, and the dagger was sleeping silently on the floor.