The Seal: Fallen's Rebellion

Chapter 2: The Decision

A dense gray cloud surrounded the sky, the ashes were heading up to the firmament as if it were the ascension of the soul, a very sad and dismaying view wrapped the town of Chuugi, the families were still taking the scarce goods they could rescue form their homes; houses, buildings, cars, even the vegetation were destroyed by the impact of Neipoy’s forces attack.

When the next day came, they could finally see the flames turning down, likewise, they realized that it was way much easier to build a new town but rebuild from its ashes. The soldiers were helping the people and their families carrying everything they could on their vehicles. It could be heard the moaning of mothers crying for the lost of their sons and vice versa, everyone were crying their lost, it was a terrible scene to watch and even worst for those who lived it.

Some soldiers commented that they could not understand why such terrible things happened there, that was not normal, those kind of confrontations, especially in a place like Chuugi, and a few of them thought that the attack was performed by soldiers that were in a type of trance, as if they were robots, without any will or voluntary impulse.

Markeht was sitting next to the window while he was waiting his brother to wake up of his bed, with faith that he can be the same as always, otherwise Kandro’s orders were clear as light, he could not let him to lose control once again and kill the survivors; he could not take that kind of risk for a second time. Anxious and with his mind covered in various and different thoughts about what he wanted, what he had to do and the way he had to act, he remembered when he and his brother used to fight as a matter of play and joke, where they enjoyed the innocence of life and how those bother fights mad them very close and stronger to each other; it was a very glad time, but that happiness faded away time by time when the world they knew by then started to change by the corruption and the thirst of power the people had.

Immersed in his memories, but conscious of his exterior, Markeht heard a moan, he turned back his head and could see Ron moving, getting closer to Ron’s bed he noticed his brother waking up. With one hand he grabbed his Ron’s shoulder while with the other unfolded the dagger that will make the hit of grace, if necessary; tear were falling from his ochered eyes hoping that his brother can be the one he’s always been, he repeated in his mind “Don’t leave me, you’re not going to lay me down, don’t dare to leave me. You can make it, come on stand up like the one I’ve always known, not like the world thinks you are ’’ constantly to believe and hope that his brother can come back.

Ron opened his eyes slowly, but even though he was still asleep he said:

- DAD! â€" He yelled â€" Where is Dad? â€" His voice sounded anxious and he had a fast breathing.

- Clam down Ron, I’m here with you brother, it’s me Markeht, I’m with you â€" Said Markeht trying to chill Ron, knowing the pain and anger he could feel.

Ron instantly recognized his brother’s voice, but he was still desperate by having no answer of where his father was.

- Markeht, Where is dad? â€" asked Ron.

Kandros was acknowledged about what was happening inside that bedroom from the outside, when he heard Ron’s voice he entered to the room:

- Calm down son, take a deep breath and relax.

Ron looked at him, he closed his eyes once again and started to breathe normally, then he opened them again and said:

- I would wanted to be stronger to save him, uncle, sorry for fainting.

- But if… - Markeht replied.

- Do not say anything to him… Not now â€" Said Kandros while he was trying to calm Ron.