Pride and honour
I was always regarded as the hero but at this very moment the fear quelled and churned inside of me. He had always been the supporting voice at the end of my calls and yet I let him down again. The memories flooded back of that particular cold winters night, I grimace and put down my cup of coffee.
His anger burning through my soul, "what are you doing you fool?" he retorts desperately and before I could reply he charges forward knocking my weapon and catching me off guard. This is it. "Arthur.." that's all I could manage, I want to reach out and comfort him. There it is again, that stabbing feeling every hero gets I suppose but I'm not a hero this time. In his eyes he always saw me as his little pet project, could I allow him to beat me this time? I stood there ready to take the onslaught but the cracks were showing in his weary limbs and demeanour. He collapses to the ground as I just stand there. Why? It has to be you that should of stopped me, nobody else.
I take a deep breathe, my body now trembles at the thought of not seeing him again, Arthur I need you. Please come running like you always do and with that goofy but awkward smile says you'll be back in a few days and come back with a massive gift. I'm the weak one here, please.
6 days later..
I stand there, gritting my teeth baring all the blame for my precious brother. I look down at the desolate pit beneath me, I carefully place a red rose onto his rich mahogany resting place. It seemed like forever but after the unruly tolling of the bells and mutterings of the people who didn't exactly know him like I did stopped; a moment was held to remember. "bro.." the knot in my stomach stopped me from producing any further syllables, a sorry simple sorry couldn't solve things now, I lost the most precious person to me. I felt a hand on my shoulder, Francis has been there for me these past months and even years. I wrap my hands around him instead of pushing him away like always. The pain ripping me from the inside out. I know he'd be coming back but that could take centuries. My body tingled and gone to know where it seemed, my mind is absent. "Francis, he's gone" I sobbed and whimpered like a weak injured animal. He stroked my hair, "Mon ami, I know." He understood the reasons behind everything, he was like a mother to me. I was still not soothed, my cries were still loud and I was wailing to everyone's surprise.
Francis rubbed my back and protecting me the hurtful glares and judgements. Their glares soon turned to guilty expressions as the countries stared silently. It wasn't my fault, I didn't kill him. I didn't push him to that state, the days were long and a trail for my brother. His mind always eluding me, I couldn't stop it. It was an invincible enemy self-destruction, I couldn't pick up the pieces as I had set the flame a light that cold winters night.