STILL DON'T OWN!
He runs up to his older brother. "Brother! We have finally found you!" He wraps his large arms around the much smaller half-blood.
He pulls away quickly and takes out his lethal weapon. "Don't take another step."
His face turns into one of confusion. "B-brother...? What...? What is wrong?" Tears start to form in his eyes as he remembers hearing that he would lose his memories.
He falters. He lowers the bronze weapon. His face. It's so...familiar. So full of love. "Do I...Know you?"
He shows off his toothy grin. "Yes! Yes Brother! Do you remember me!"
"I do't know...Maybe...What's your name?"
"Tyson!"
"Tyson?"
"Yes!"
"Where's your big stick?"
He pulls out his humanly large club. "Here!"
He steps back from the innocent looking weapon. "So...you're my brother?"
"Yes! Remember when you saved me from giant monsters with big dodge balls?"
"No...I'm sorry."
His face falls. "But you do remember me, right?" he asks quietly.
He can't. Only small memories of him. He sees his hopeful expression. "Yes. I do." And he really wished he did.
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