I am very sorry that my English isn't very good, but I still wanted to try to write this story and I hope you can still read it. This is just a short version of the original, because my language skills is hardly enough to translate the whole story. So I made that short version. The original is in Finnish.
"Get out of here! The King doesn't hire your kind of low mercenaries!" A man shouted and hit the Castle's door closed front of a young man's nose. The slim young man with very long plaited dark blue hair and yellow eyes, didn't startle because of this little thing. In fact, he spat towards the door before marched away from the castle.
"He should hire me. He will be sorry on the day when I am king." Leonai, the young man, snorted by himself and continued his journey back to the village. Actually Leonai didn't want to be king. He wanted to fight and be something very mighty. Something more than king. He didn't want to take care of people and the land.
The villagers didn't like him. He was that wild and unruly youth, that monster who didn't respect anyone and that monster, which happened to be gentle, calm but absent-minded Darlya's brother. Leonai was a frequently heard it from the villagers. He should rather be as his totally-disappeared -from -this -world stupid brother. Nobody dared to say it to against his face, but he wasn't deaf. His parents were the only ones who had dared to do so. Just rest in peace, parents.
The Fact was that Leonai hated his brother. There wasn't another as absent-minded and stupid person than his brother. Darlya was simply unable to anything. Leonai didn't really know his brother. It would be easier to know a stone's movements of the mind. He assumed a lot of things because of it. For example when he went somewhere and came back and his brother were in the same place where he had been when Leonai left, this assumed that his brother absolutely did nothing. He really didn't know if brother did something still. Darlya was one weird mystery.
Leonai treated his brother a very cruel manner, but his brother gave it to forgive ... because his brother was unable to remember anything. This seemed to have found very own world somewhere inside his head. Could take many days as it seemed that the brother responded to anything. It irritated Leonai particularly hard. However, which he wouldn't be annoyed. Villagers said that he was totally heartless. In this, they were probably quite right. They felt sorry for his dreamer brother.
Leonai was firmly determined to kill this so-gentle-and-calm brother, but for some reason he hadn't done it yet. He didn't ask himself why. Perhaps because he didn't want to think of an answer.
Today, he was a particularly bad mood. The king hadn't hired him, so he had said a few well-chosen words of the king and the whole kingdom, and so he had literally been flying out of the castle. Brother was valid to a dismantling of the anger.
Leonai walked to the house, which he and his brother shared. The house was separated from the rest of the village. It was located closer to the precipice, which below opened the sea panorama. Near of the house was also a secluded garden spot.
The Garden belonged to his brother. Darlya had brought all kinds of plants there, but his proudest was pale red flowering cherry tree. There, he usually spent his time, so Leonai went to garden first to find his brother. However, he didn't find his brother there this time. This wasn't under his precious cherry tree nor somewhere else.
Leonai snorted being frustrated. He had never had the eye to the beauty of the garden and because his brother liked it so much, he had decided one day to burn the whole nonsense and cut down the cherry tree. Perhaps it would wake his brother from the eternal dream world.
But not now. Leonai was looking for his brother now. He wondered where would look next, but then he felt the wind against his face. Yeah, sure. Today, the wind blew direction of the sea. It would be easy to find his brother after all. He rushed to the highest precipice near of their home and Darlya was standing there, his deep blue eyes closed, face to sea, on the edge of the cliff. His very long white hair billowed in the wind. They would go directly to say that Darlya was beautiful. This looked like a fairy tale's creature. That loathed at Leonai.
He walked to his brother and was already planning to push foolish dreamer to down from cliff, when this suddenly opened his mouth to speak.
"Something is wrong... I think that wind try to tell me something." Darlya said. His eyes opened and they have the same looks as sleepwalker's eyes.
"The wind can't speak, brother." Leonai snarled, but Darlya didn't care about it.
"Something unknown enemy has appeared... soon all will end."
Somehow those words, what Darlya said with his gently quiet voice gave creeps to Leonai. No, brother was just hopeless dreamer, storyteller and storysinger, who was sniffed his plants too much. Darlya was nothing. Why Leonai should be the same?
"Whatever." Leonai snorted and then walked away. Darlya was too weird today. Leonai needed something else to do. First time he felt as clock inside his head took its first stage to tick. Leonai didn't like it. He went to train the use of the manriki. It was new weapon to him, but he already liked it. He trained end of the day. When he came back to home very late, Darlya was still missing. Leonai didn't care.
Darlya was back in the morning. In any case, brother sat on the floor of kitchen with that total absent look in his eyes as usual. He hummed quietly a very old song. Leonai knew lyrics of the song and they gave him creeps. The song was quite sad but now there was something very sinister too. Leonai didn't want to hear that. Leonai stepped to closer his brother and slapped firmly him on the cheek. Darlya stopped humming and turned his eye to Leonai.
"Shut up! Don't sing that song!" Leonai snapped. Darlya only blinked his eyes, stayed quiet.
While Leonai ate breakfast, he thought up that he could take his brother to train with him. Actually he thought that he could try his manriki against his brother. Then he just took brother with him, went to out and pushed the spear for him. Once he had taught his brother to use the spear. But now was useless to remember it anymore. Brother had sunk deeper into his dream world.
"Well then, fight with me!" Leonai ordered.
Darlya didn't do anything for while. He just stared the spear and Leonai started to think if brother going to do anything at all, but suddenly some kind of life sparkled Darlya's eyes and he attacked. Leonai avoided it and started to spin the manriki. When Darlya tried hit again, Leonai moved the manriki front of the spear. The hit was so hard that it shattered the spear. Darlya was unarmed. Leonai was going to just hit his brother with the manriki, when he heard someone is coming. He turned to see the newcomer, who rode there with the royal colors. Xaelion didn't like horses nor long men, because he and Darlya were quite short.
"The King wants to hire you after all. Now. Come quickly to the Castle." Horseman ordered. Leonai smirked.
"What about my salary?" He asked.
"You get what you want, but we need you immediately." Horseman said and then rode away.
"Well, that's it. Our match is over. I'm leaving now." Leonai said. The day maybe brilliant, after all. He looked at the direction of his brother. What he saw jolted him badly. Brother looked at him with usual absent look in his eyes, but now there was a sad smile on his lips. He turned and went to walk away.
"What was that?" Leonai thought. Suddenly he felt again so sinister feeling. The clock in his mind started to ticking again. It was ticking their time... and what would happen, when it stop? In fact Leonai had never seen a clock, only the rich people could buy those things, but still. The clock was in his mind. Now, something was simply wrong.
Leonai left still ran to the Castle, but wasn't prepared with what was waiting there. The place was full of strange shadow-like-creatures. They appeared more and more. Leonai still joined the battle cursing. The Ominous clock didn't stop ticking in his head. The battle against the enemy strange was clearly lost, even before he had arrived. However, he fought because he couldn't never give up. He got a more space around him for his skills and his riotousness. The situation was saved only for a moment, and then suddenly it seemed shattered once again. Some bigger, much bigger than those shadows, appeared and broke the castle as if it were an wretched house of cards. It ended Leonai's cursing.
Leonai would continue to fight even then, but he heard the screams and cries for help the direction of the village. Somehow, he began to think of his brother. That cursed Darlya could die before he has time to kill him, or he might die here before. He decided to postpone this fight a little later. Besides, the king, which was supposed to pay for his salary, was probably dead. So he fought his way to the destroyed village. He continued running toward his and his brother home. The Clock was ticking more clearly in his head now.
Leonai ran towards the house and the wind blew strongly against him and spinning around him as if it tried to prevent his progression. At last he reached the house, but saw that was collapsed. He certainly didn't know what had broken it, but it doesn't matter. He had to find his brother.
"Darlya! Darlya! Where are you?" He shouted, but it was always useless try to call Darlya. He never answered. Leonai ran to the garden. It seemed to be okay. It was very peaceful. He slowed down the pace and went beyond. And the clock stopped. Then there was very quiet. He accelerated his pace again and ran towards the cherry tree. He still couldn't go closer. He didn't need to. Pink flowers of cherry tree falling down on to someone, who lied under tree. Just like the tree would cried.
Darlya was there, as always, but now Leonai felt like something which had always been a part of him was lost. The Gust of wind blew his pass by and then stopped. Darlya would no longer be there. Never again.
For some reason Leonai didn't burn Darlya's garden. It was to remain there, as well as cherry tree in middle of it. No one just never been there anymore and no one take care of it.
Leonai himself died a little later, after his brother. He died the death of mercenaries, because he was killed by his own allies when they fight against the shadows. And those shadows took his heart.
Today, Darlya and Leonai are better known under the names Xayldar The Nobody Number Thirteen and Xaelion The Nobody Number Nineteen.