Brothers Under the Sun
They raced together across the wide open prairie.
Not running away from any danger or to any urgent mission.
They were just running.
Just for fun.
The two beautiful dragons they bonded with were dancing in the pale morning sky above them.
Their scales glittered in the bright sun.
Blue and red.
Red and blue.
Below them, their riders ran on.
The younger of two ahead of the other because of his elf abilities.
But the older was catching up fast.
And just as he got in reach, he tackled his younger brother.
Tumbling over each other, they rolled down a hill, laughing like little children.
Their dragons dive down and tackle each other.
Rolling over and over on the earth like their wrestling riders.
And that's where it always ends.
As an incomplete dream.
Because even though they are family, this is war.
And being on different sides of a war can tear family apart.
Especially a newly found family.
But still, they dream of a world.
Where they don't have to pretend to hate each other.
Where they can run and play like brothers should.
Where they can live in peace with no fear of having to kill the other.
Where they can fly in skies with their bonded.
With races and cork-screws and no battle manouvers or strategies.
Only fun and dreams.
But it is only a dream.
One that the world is determined to force them to forget.
But they still remember.
That they are brothers, brothers under the sun.
"We are like birds of a feather
We are two hearts joined together
We will be forever as one
My brother under the sun"