Missing in Red (On Hold)

Grimm

Kevin smiled.
There was something about that smile that made my insides crumble and fail. He seemed almost, familiar. His voice echoed in my insane, as I had thought then, mind. His eyes sparkled a deathly tone. I shook it off, because I couldn't remember any memories with his self in it.
"Let's travel back a few hundred years, to the time when fairy tales enchanted the dimensions. All because of two brothers, the world strived in a magical embrace. The brothers simply went by the Grimm Brothers. They wrote pages of beautiful dreams. Those dreams, became realities. We breathed magic like it was our only source of oxygen. Children raced around, letting fire dance on their fingertips."
His face turned from right, vivid, and happy to a darkened state.
"But of course theres always that one problem. We couldn't live in a Utopian universe forever, could we?" He paused and sighed, adding dramatic effects. "The Grimm Brothers. One, was a calm boy with eyes full of bursting intrest. One, a darker boy thats eyes reflected pain of being in the shadow. He was often forgotten, hiding in a dark room in the royal palace. He looked out over his balcony, drumming his fingers on the rail. He watched the children gleefully dance in their own magical embraces.
"I think it was during the summer. The calm boy, the kingdoms favorite, had been riding his horse through town. He was giving money to the poor, smiling at the children. People lined up to clap for him. The noise of the cheers woke the other brother. When he recognized the sound his face become a cloud of anger. He ran down the grand marble staircase and rushed through the palace doors."
"Ahh, the Grimm Brother story, right?" A voice interrupted Kevin. I had forgotten that other people were there. The voice belonged to a girl in a cot on another wall. Her long blonde hair fell far past her shoulders. She smiled at me, and it actually seemed genuine.
"Yes, Kara, that one. Now please don't interrupt the story. You might scare Lily. Don't want to make a bad impression, do you?" Kevin spoke and Kara's, as I assume her to be Kara, face become a dark red as she sheepishly blushed. Kevin looked back at me, and started to tell the story again.
"Now, when the Grimm Brothers began, they each choose a path. The calmer one choose to create the heros and the happy endings. But the darker brother choose the create villains and conflicts and murders at every corner. He loved it. That also meant that he was the preacher of dark magic. He spent hours creating deathly creatures and dismissing them. But this time, as he ran, his memory called upon those creatures. He was over being in the blackest shadows. He had wasted his life on living in unhappiness and with little power. He had ran to the stable and ridden a pitch black stallion. The stallion was larger than almost all the horses in the kingdom. As he sat on the chestnut saddle, he bolted little bits of energy at the ground. The magic burned into the ground, causing small earthquakes throughout the kingdom.

"The brother rode and rode until he came to a dark forest. He dismounted the horse, and walked down a small, earthly path. As he looked back at his kingdom, he raised his hand. He cast a dark spell over the forest. Nobody could get in, nobody could get out, that is, unless he releases them. From there the war started."
"The war, the beginning," he whispered, the words drawing out slowly.