Zaire and Vasili headed home, both silent. They were each in there own worlds, each of them mind centered on something else, someone else. Never before had either of the boys imagined they would both have trouble with girls. Zaire's father had always told him that his cool would only last so long. Yet, it had always ignored these comments, and now that it had finally happened everything felt so unreal.
As they entered the halls doors neither twin was in the mood for dinner. Even less in a hurry to dine with there young brothers and sisters. Ever sense the boys could remeber, meal times had been a war zone. They had quickly out grew the enchantment of watching there mashed potatoes hurl through the air, onto anothers plate. But there closest sibling in age who was only ten years to there 17, seemed to still enjoy this childish game. Vasili and Zaire took every chance to skip meals with there family.
Once in his room Vasili slunk into the plush bed, his whole body begging for the rest it new was soon to come, falling from a tree had a way of making every muscle scream in pain. But as he laid there, the silk wrapped around his slim frame, he was hesitant to close his eyes. He knew he couldn't fight it for long, they were already beginning to close from drowsiness. But like his twin and his mother before them, Vasili was haunted by nightmares. Some so bad Vasili would awake screaming, only Zaire was able to calm his spasms of fear. What was worse then these sudden awakings was knowing that his brother fought the same battles every night. Vasili was the only one whom Zaire had ever told of these violent dreams, and he would never brake his brothers trust. Vasili both admired and feared his brothers reserve. As much as he wished he could maintain the same cool as his twins, he worried about his brother, keeping every fear bottled up inside. Never letting any one but Vasili know of his true fears, and even this confiding was rare.
Vasili fought one last time to fend off sleep, but knew he would have to give into it's will. He gave a silent prayer for just one night off a dreamless sleep. But knew it was useless, he gave the same prayer ever night, and was yet to see any miracles.
Across the hall Zaire fought his own battles. He sat on the edge of his bed, letting his armor of emotionless fall, as he did every night. He felt the weight of all his burdens come crashing down upon his shoulders, as he always had. So many times he had wished he could give in and cry out in grief, scream in rage, or weep from pain. But he was the strong son, the dependable one. He admired his brother in so many ways. The was Vasili was brave enough to voice his thoughts and his fears. Zaire would give anything for that form of courage. Brave was something Zaire had never been. Yes, he could wield a knife, and yes, he was prepared for any battle that might occur, yes, he seemed fearless and could hide his emotions better than anyone he had met. But never had he been able to deal with his own feelings, his own fears.
Every night nightmares haunted Zaire's dreams. And yet he did nothing, said nothing. He was affraid of what would happen if he did. His parents counted on him to be the one to lean on, to be the one to entrust the saftey of the kingdom when they were unable to rule anymore. He could not let them down for one moment. It was something he would never allow to happen, something he could never permit, not for one second.
Vasili and Zaire had been raised with the knowledge of who would lead what position, once the time came for the kingdom to be theres. Ever since they were children Vasili had been the smartest, the one who understood everything that went on in the kingdoms market. He had always been able to watch over while his parents were away, with out making an effort. Zaire on the other hand was a different story, the one time the kingdom had been trusted in his care, was the last. He had never understood the way everything worked, and had nearly driven it to the ground in the short 3 days he had ruled. Yet he had always beent he strong one. Zaire had always been trusted to run the armies, and teach new soldiers. He was quick with a blade and came down hard with every strike. When armed he could make even the largest and most trained soldiers shake in while in his presence. Vasili could bearly hold a blade, let alone wield one. So the choices had been simple. When the time came, Vasili would take over as king. And as for Zaire the very saftey of the people was intrusted to him, he would lead the armies become head of security. These positions were perfect for each twin, or so was thought.....
Authors Note:
MWHHAHAHAH, Cliff hanger. Sorry I know this chappy was alittle diff. then the others but I'm really really really tired. I just wanted to take some time to explain a little bit. The next chapter I think will just focus on Vasili and the 6th will just be about Zaire, and then it will go back to normal. But theres one catch. I love reviews I need them I want them. SO far I only have 5. This displeases me greatly. I feel as though my story is not loved. So here is a condition. If I don't get anymore review I won't post until I feel like it. Say.........next christmas. So If you want another chapter up you better tell me how you like this one....I don't care if you hate it, I jsut want to know so here me go.....
Review or there will be NO next chapter!!!
I love you all, please review.
Eternal Love,
Gwynevier
As they entered the halls doors neither twin was in the mood for dinner. Even less in a hurry to dine with there young brothers and sisters. Ever sense the boys could remeber, meal times had been a war zone. They had quickly out grew the enchantment of watching there mashed potatoes hurl through the air, onto anothers plate. But there closest sibling in age who was only ten years to there 17, seemed to still enjoy this childish game. Vasili and Zaire took every chance to skip meals with there family.
Once in his room Vasili slunk into the plush bed, his whole body begging for the rest it new was soon to come, falling from a tree had a way of making every muscle scream in pain. But as he laid there, the silk wrapped around his slim frame, he was hesitant to close his eyes. He knew he couldn't fight it for long, they were already beginning to close from drowsiness. But like his twin and his mother before them, Vasili was haunted by nightmares. Some so bad Vasili would awake screaming, only Zaire was able to calm his spasms of fear. What was worse then these sudden awakings was knowing that his brother fought the same battles every night. Vasili was the only one whom Zaire had ever told of these violent dreams, and he would never brake his brothers trust. Vasili both admired and feared his brothers reserve. As much as he wished he could maintain the same cool as his twins, he worried about his brother, keeping every fear bottled up inside. Never letting any one but Vasili know of his true fears, and even this confiding was rare.
Vasili fought one last time to fend off sleep, but knew he would have to give into it's will. He gave a silent prayer for just one night off a dreamless sleep. But knew it was useless, he gave the same prayer ever night, and was yet to see any miracles.
Across the hall Zaire fought his own battles. He sat on the edge of his bed, letting his armor of emotionless fall, as he did every night. He felt the weight of all his burdens come crashing down upon his shoulders, as he always had. So many times he had wished he could give in and cry out in grief, scream in rage, or weep from pain. But he was the strong son, the dependable one. He admired his brother in so many ways. The was Vasili was brave enough to voice his thoughts and his fears. Zaire would give anything for that form of courage. Brave was something Zaire had never been. Yes, he could wield a knife, and yes, he was prepared for any battle that might occur, yes, he seemed fearless and could hide his emotions better than anyone he had met. But never had he been able to deal with his own feelings, his own fears.
Every night nightmares haunted Zaire's dreams. And yet he did nothing, said nothing. He was affraid of what would happen if he did. His parents counted on him to be the one to lean on, to be the one to entrust the saftey of the kingdom when they were unable to rule anymore. He could not let them down for one moment. It was something he would never allow to happen, something he could never permit, not for one second.
Vasili and Zaire had been raised with the knowledge of who would lead what position, once the time came for the kingdom to be theres. Ever since they were children Vasili had been the smartest, the one who understood everything that went on in the kingdoms market. He had always been able to watch over while his parents were away, with out making an effort. Zaire on the other hand was a different story, the one time the kingdom had been trusted in his care, was the last. He had never understood the way everything worked, and had nearly driven it to the ground in the short 3 days he had ruled. Yet he had always beent he strong one. Zaire had always been trusted to run the armies, and teach new soldiers. He was quick with a blade and came down hard with every strike. When armed he could make even the largest and most trained soldiers shake in while in his presence. Vasili could bearly hold a blade, let alone wield one. So the choices had been simple. When the time came, Vasili would take over as king. And as for Zaire the very saftey of the people was intrusted to him, he would lead the armies become head of security. These positions were perfect for each twin, or so was thought.....
Authors Note:
MWHHAHAHAH, Cliff hanger. Sorry I know this chappy was alittle diff. then the others but I'm really really really tired. I just wanted to take some time to explain a little bit. The next chapter I think will just focus on Vasili and the 6th will just be about Zaire, and then it will go back to normal. But theres one catch. I love reviews I need them I want them. SO far I only have 5. This displeases me greatly. I feel as though my story is not loved. So here is a condition. If I don't get anymore review I won't post until I feel like it. Say.........next christmas. So If you want another chapter up you better tell me how you like this one....I don't care if you hate it, I jsut want to know so here me go.....
Review or there will be NO next chapter!!!
I love you all, please review.
Eternal Love,
Gwynevier