well.. im sorry that my other story has been taking so long. haven't had any inspiration and things have kinda been falling apart. but that's alright, because i wrote this in a burst of inspiration and decided i liked it. it was kinda based off of the tale of three brothers from harry potter.. i never do a disclaimer but i own neither.. Do you like it? O.O anyways thank you guys for being awesome. ..
From an outsiders point of view a tiny little cottage would mean nothing bar a cursory glance or two and the thought of 'oh that's so quaint and adorable', where as those in the know side of things knows that this particular cottage was special.
Inside this little cottage outside what is a fledgling city are a pair of brothers.
A very special pair of brothers.
One is the eldest. And one is the Youngest.
The eldest, is a very quiet child. He smiles softly and fondly at his younger brother, and his eyes are a charcoal burning with an intense amusement, love and a fondness that knows no bounds. He is soft spoken, slow to anger,(when you truly anger the Eldest it would be prudent to run as it builds like a slowly erupting volcano), and rather quiet studious. His fluffy hair gives one who might look upon him as though to be seeing a rather small, very human-like duckling, what with the little fluffy tuft at the back of his black hair after all. His mother would fondly refer to him as Ducky. Something that brought much amusement to the younger Brother. Their father would watch on with fond amusement as they teased him about being a rather fluffy semi-aquatic animal.
The eldest is the protector. He is the pillar on the stormy nights when they became too much. He is the silent support. The last one you would address when in a room. He is a night with a bright moon, guiding you to the next task, the next journey, the eldest was home.
The youngest, is a very enthusiastic child. A few years younger than the Eldest, everything about him rather loud and brash... His grins are wide and full of warmth and love. He is the Quicker to anger, but quicker to fizzle out. His grudges do not last as long as his brother but are all the same as legendary. He, himself is rather smart, but is rather more in the moment kind of intelligent. not that many care to look. His charcoal eyes share the amusement with his brother, as they share the same dark eyes. True to The youngest being loud his hair was a rather untidy mess of spikey fluff that is in a shocking shade of salmon. His father would say he had dragon spikes. Therefore, he kept it that way. Their mother would ruffle his spikes fondly as he would run around with boundless energy.
The youngest, was the savior. A prophecy child. The one who fights and defeats every foe he's ever had and comes out relatively alright. He is the fire that lights the way in the darkness. He is the sun. Sometimes too bright to look at, but always welcoming you no matter the Day, rain or shine. He always was there the next day. The youngest, was Hope.
What no one had pieced together... was that they were brothers.
Hope perished. And Home was in despair.
Four hundred years passing by changes nothing save the surroundings.
Civilizations have risen and fallen in that time.
Yet the brothers still remain.
Home brought back Hope, But saved none for himself.
He... wished to die. To free himself from an evil curse.
Yet hope was still there. He would always be there, For home was The Eldest. And would always be home,
Just as Hope was The youngest and always would be hope.
But he hoped beyond hope sometimes, when he could arguably be a boy named Natsu, that he could give a Home to his elder brother, who had always felt like he belonged Home. Even when he could arguably be a man named Zeref. He rather hoped, that home would come home.
Because Natsu missed The Eldest,
And maybe.. Quite possibly.
Zeref missed The Youngest too..
