THE MIDDLE AGES

Donald was laying on the floor, with Douglas pointing a sword at his face, and his foot on his chest, ready to murder him secretly. Douglas wanted be king. Since Donald was the older brother, he was the king after his father died. Douglas was extremely jealous of his brother. Not only now, but always. He was always being in Donald's shadow. He thought that enough was enough and only the best, and that it was time to take extreme measures. He looked at his brother without mercy, ready to kill his own brother to be king. Donald breathed heavily at the sight of the sword.

"Douglas, Don't!" Donald ordered. His brother shook his head, smirking.

"A real man knows no mercy." Douglas answered back. He smiled at how for once, he's brother was unable to do anything, and for once, he had the upper hand. As he was going to kill him, Donald thought fast, and kicked Douglas in the stomach from behind. Douglas stepped back with pain, clutching his stomach. Donald took one of the sword that the knight armor had . Douglas turned more red.

"I've been waiting for this my entire life" Douglas said, as he got ready for the fight. They both started fighting for their lives, as one sword hit another. The fight went on, from one room to another, no regards to where they were heading, Even up the stairs they were fighting. As they were heading up the stairs, they reached up the roof of the castle. Douglas stood on the edge of the roof to get more farther from Donald. Finally, Donald realizing the result of continuing this, he stopped.

"Douglas, get off of there, or you will fall." Donald warned, worrying about his brother. But the jealousy was too hard to get rid off. Douglas was filled with anger and jealousy, not to mention how his father only complimented Donald.

"When did you ever care about me? When did father ever care about me? WHEN DID ANYBODY EVER CARE ABOUT ME?!" Douglas shouted the last part.

"Douglas, you're married and have a son. And I always have cared about you. Now give me your hand." Donald tried to comfort Douglas, as he gave his hand to Douglas. But unfortunately, Douglas's peace was long gone. He refused, with slapping his bother hand away, but doing so, he gave pressure, and fell back, off the roof.

"NO!" Donald yelled as he ran at the edge. And the rest was history. As the day went on, Donald went to his wife's room. His wife was holding her 1 year old baby, named "Adam". Adam laughed at the sight of his father. But not every family was happy. In another castle, covered in black, far away from the other, was Douglas's family. The news about Douglas's death had reached his wife. The wife played with Douglas's and her son, "Chase" Who was also 1 year old. The wife swore revenge on Donald and his family, and the revenge was gonna come from Chase.