Day 22578
Epilogue
"Mum, your grandchildren would like you to tell them a story."
"Yes grandma, please do!"
"Please tell us a story!"
"Is that so? Well boys which one would you like to hear?"
"Your favourite one, grandma."
"Well, then. A long time ago, about sixty years but I don't really remember, there were two brothers. The heart of one was filled with kindness and compassion, the heart of the other one with hatred and desire for destruction. The latter one, branded by a great fire, set out to the world to find his older brother. He caused lots of distress on the world, because he believed anybody not working with him to work against him. Yet he never found his brother and that had a reason."
"What was the reason grandma?"
"The reason was that the older brother didn't want to be found. He was aided by a group of angels, or saviours as some people called them. They came down to earth from the place between the worlds to aid those in need and often the older brother would help those that were wronged by his younger brother."
"Why didn't the old brother just confront the young brother?"
"Because they were brothers. No matter what evil things he did, the old one could never bring himself to raise a hand against the young one, while he also knew that the younger brother wouldn't hesitate to do so. That way they never saw each other again, yet every move they made were dependant on each other."
"That's a really sad story, mum."
"They wanted to hear my favourite one, also, your boys are no toddlers any more. I think they're tired of hearing the one of the little grasshopper that wanted to get on top of the hill."
"The story was nice grandma. But I'm glad its just a fairytale."
"It's not just a fairytale, it really happened my dear."
"Of course it did, mum."
"Your father was one of the brothers, you know."
"Of course he was, mum."