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Hesperus & Phosphorus.

Tack tack tack. His polished sandals echoed through the massive white hall. All the guards were gone and a loud screaming could be heard from outside. There was yet another war and he knew he should get involved. But it wasn't his fault, he thought, so getting out and fight would be useless. It was all Hesperus' fault, it always was. So he should sort this out. 'Phosphorus! Where are ya, ya filthy imposter!' Of course his brother was loud and obnoxious as always. 'This war has been raging for 200 years now ya bastard! Show yourself and do some fighting will ya!' He also liked to state obvious facts that no one really cared about, showing just how much of an ill-mannered simpleton he was. In contrast with me of course, thought the man, a grin creeping up his face. 'Alright Phosphorus, bring an end to this already.' A loud, powerful, yet caring and soothing voice said. 'As you wish, mother.' She was the goddess of the dawn and thus preferred his brother over him. Because of this however, he had learned how to negotiate and get exactly what he wanted. Always, without fail. Add his mother's favouritism to the fact he hadn't seen his own father's face even once, and you get the perfect formula for a pretty rough childhood. By now the man had gotten outside and was overseeing the ongoing battle. It was his favourite time of day: dawn. If not for the dead bodies piling up and the screams of dying soldiers, the scenery would have been pretty nice. It was not, however. His brothers scarred body and large shield didn't exactly enhance anything either. 'Well, here goes nothing.' He commanded a servant to go get his bow, and stretched his arms. It would only take one arrow. One would suffice. Meanwhile, in a small farm on the outskirts of a large city, a story was just about to unfold.