Story title: The tale of 2 sworn brothers
It was a chilly night with a down pour of rain. There stood a boy lying on the hard concrete floor with a pool of blood most likely caused by gun shots. And another boy holding on to that fragile dying body.
"Presley, I have never regretted knowing you… please…please….forgive everything... If possible…live a carefree life…" With that, the boy died.
"No! Don't leave me! RUKA!"
"RUKA!" Presley suddenly woke up on his bed with sweat rolling down his trembling body. Presley sat up and cover his face with his hands. After calming himself down, he took the clock at the side of his bed.
" It's 5am….and today is Ruka's 4th death anniversary…" With a sigh, presley got up and get dressed to visit Ruka's tomb.
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"Damn those mummies! If they did not come and ruin my plan, I will not end up wandering in this cemetery!" A very tired and haggard scarab complained to his shaft, hekka.
"My lord…could you just shut….Hey! Isn't that the prince?" Hekka said to scarab. Hekka and scarab quickly hide behind a tree and saw presley kneeling in front of the tomb with a solemn expression for almost an hour before leaving.
After presley left, scarab with hekka in his hand, stood in front of the tomb where presley was kneeling in front of.
" Looks like this person, means a lot to the prince. Instead of dealing with those four mummies, I should change my strategy and focus on the prince instead." Scarab said with an evil smile on his face.