It was another hot summer day that two twin boys had spent outside in the woods. Playing soldier, as usual.
"Take this!" The oldest of the boys, Alfred calls as he slams dead tree limb into his younger brother's, causing them both the snap.
"A-ah!" His brother shrieked and looked at his now shortened weapon. "Al, stop snapping them!" the boy says in a soft voice. Alfred smiles.
"Hey, don't get mad because you're not as strong as me!" He sticks his tongue out at his brother and tosses his stick behind him. "Eh, don't worry about it Mattie...I'm sure one of these times you'll beat me," this made the younger boy smile.
Moments later a voice called from somewhere outside of the woods. The boys both recognized it instantly. Their eyes grew wide and their heads slowly turned to each other.
"Boys!" An Englishman's voice grew nearer between snaps of twigs and rustles of leafs. "I thought I told the two of you to stay out of here, there's snakes and who knows what else!"
Alfred grabbed Matthew's hand and the two took off running further out into the clearing, searching for a place to tuck and hide. If their father caught them back here he'd surely tell Papa. And Papa wasn't merciful with his punishments. The two were keeping a good pace up until Matthew tripped and landed face first into the mud, knocking Alfred back on his bum. Alfred sighed, laid back and listened to his little brother sniffle as he tried wiping the grime off of his glasses.
Soon after that their father materialized in between them, he sighed and crouched down and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe Matthew's glasses.
"Are you two alright?" He asks, not making eye contact with either of the twins.
"We're fine." Alfred mumbles, knowing that a rainstorm of lectures are about to hit. The Englishmen sighs and places the specs back onto Matthew's face. He smiles as the small boy looks up at him.
"Well then," He says as he gets up and brushes the dirt off of his pants. "Com on home...And for the last time, the two of you need to stop coming out here. It's dangerous."
With that said, he gets both boys out of the mud and takes them each by the hand. The three walk home to meet Papa who was probably home putting the finishing touches on dinner, or pouring he and Father's wine. Things were so brilliant back then...
The family never really thought they'd have to prepare for the events that were soon to come...
AN: Ehhh. I'm very iffy on this, you all know by now that I'm horrible with multi-chapter stories. I'm just going to leave it to all of you to decide whether or not to actually finish this.