Drake Shade looked at the crumpled body at his feet, a knife in its back and blood pooling around it. His hands shook in fear as he picked up the knife and carefully removed it from the body. "Zycron... why did you do it...?" He asked, but there was no reply...
A few months later Drake and Zed walked along the road to Vaniville, both silent. Neither had spoken much after Zycron was killed in the alley. Sera had run off never to be seen again. Their mother had died of grief.
Zed spoke up. "Drake... what will we do... without Brother...?"
Drake shook his head. "There's nothing we can do, Zed... those thugs ran off to a different region, so they were jailed away from Kalos... Zycron would want us to live on... don't you agree?"
Zed nodded. "Yeah..." he sighed. "Brother saved your life, Drake... but this might have completely changed what is to come. Espeon and Zycron..." Zed couldn't help crying at the thought of the two lying there on the pavement. To think of it hurt too much.
Drake put an arm around his two year younger brother. "It's fine to cry, Zed... it is always fine..."