Screams filled the air of a quiet cottage in a small, yet equally quiet village. These, were no normal screams (what screams are?); they conveyed tremendous agony. They split the silence, awakening all within the premises. A heart-wrenching "Brother, no!", was all it took to silence the screaming. An eerie quiet fell over the town, until a voice began to sing.
How can I repay you brother mine?
How can I expect you to forgive?
Clinging to the past, I shed our blood,
And shattered your chance to live…
As the now apparent memory faded, a new, much earlier, memory surfaced. Two brothers, one with hair flaxen blond, the other with hair of gold, pored over textbooks much too advanced for theirminimal age.
Once again the voice was heard, this time accompanied by an instrument of sorts.
…Though I knew the laws, I paid no heed.
How can I return your wasted breath?
What I did not know has cost you dear,
For there is no cure for death…
Again, the image shattered. Colors swam as a scene was pulled up; prehistoric, compared to the rest.
A beautiful woman stood in the center of a garden, laughing merrily when who appeared to be her sons sprinted up to her.
The melody changed into something wistful, a longing that struck to the core.
…Beautiful mother, soft and sweet!
Once you were gone we were not complete.
Back through the years, we reached for you,
Alas, 'twas not meant to be…
The memories cut forward at least ten years, showing what could be the owner of the voice, and the one transmitting the furiously passing scenes.
The music morphed, becoming something that embodied regret. Never had anyone ever heard something so apologetic, so melancholy.
…And how can I make amends,
For all that I took from you?
I led you with hopeless dreams.
My brother, I was a fool…
AN: This drained me. It's been reinforced in my mind how sad their past is. The second part, and end, should be up tomorrow.