Campfire Tales

Brothers

The crimson haired assassin just stood there, cold and indifferent with a blindfold on, it was mostly called a "blinker" by most of the people here in Midgard and it's value is without doubt out of reach to most of those who inhabit the place. He also wore a strikingly black and red combination instead of the usual all black and dragging outfit of Assassin's. These are done not out of fashion, but mostly out of respects for ranking. Black and red in his case signifies power and a glorified rank.

"What of my younger sibling?"

"I am dreadfully sorry for that…"

"So, what now?"

"He left you a message though-"

"Is that all?"

"How could you be so damned selfish ?"

No answer, he was either completely ignored or just not heard as the response was in a near whisper. The Hunter left his indifferent friend in the center of Prontera, there he simply stood as if he had nothing better to do. And as if assassin's were a common sight in the light of day in the center of a bustling city. He was certainly attracting some attention although to this as well he was completely oblivious.

Why would you show up now Seth, what's the point…you're nothing but a weakling…and I never needed you…why try to find me now…

He thought to himself, words of regret, words of anger, words that would perhaps never cross his lips. He walked on by to where he could perhaps think to himself. Somewhere at the back of the Prontera Church which was most commonly empty.

"Because…I wanted to see you"

He turned and turned, trying to sense for whoever it was that was directing it's voice to him. He hardly felt anything. And he knew possibly why. But the voice continued with it's speeches. As the assassin listened intently.

"Do you not consider me as good as you?"

A priest stood now with the assassin, a faint sadness in his face and a surreal quality to his features. The sharpness one could see in the others was lacking in the priest. But you could already see that they were related by blood just by looking.

"Dare you come to me now!"

He finally replied, and with much anger. He did not look or even try to direct his face towards his own brother.

"What in Odin's name did I ever do to you?", there was a hint of regret in his voice and a deep hurt.

"YOU LEFT ME SETH…WHEN I NEEDED YOU MOST…"

"When was that Xaph? When you called me weak? When you always told me to step back?"

The two well-known one in the high position of the church and the other with his efficiency to finish off lives without question. The assassin had enough, he charged at the priest in front of him. The one that he called his kin, was one which right now was really getting on his nerves.

"YOU! You are nothing but a weakness born to life!"

Quickly dodging the blows, the priest held a faint smile to his serene face. It held a deep sadness that one couldn't even describe. He was just there, and he looked so harmless yet he stopped dodging as the assassin caught his breath from all his exertions. There was something else that stopped him, a wave of emotions fluttered as his brows furrowed and it seemed, the cloth that covered his eyes were getting moist

"…You want to kill me that bad big brother?"

The clergy came nearer the killer, and looked at him with his wide lavender eyes. So serene they were, but they seemed to completely pass through the assassin as they looked on. He smiled weakly, and with a cracked voice carried by the wind he continued conversation.

" I became a weakling…a Full support…so I could come with you…"

"LIAR!"

The assassin stabbed at the priest, a sudden motion that did nothing to the clergy. He did not move, and nor did the assassin who was nearly being pushed to tears. As the cloth on his face could hardly hold the water it was holding. The younger one, still continued the jur that the assassin held shaking in anger and confused sadness.

"Remember when we were little? I knew you we're strong… And I could never be as strong as you…I wanted to make you stronger…I knew you wanted me to be an assassin. I know that…but…I…I just …I could not…"

"…You think you know everything?"

" No, I know I don't…"

"Pathetic …"

The assassin moved away from his brother. Making a disgusted face, his mouth just simply forming a frown despite the tears that were starting to trail down his cheeks. He moved, and he once again aimed his weapon at his brother. This time at his neck and the other simply kept still. He stood there smiling serenely.

" It was a mistake that you came to me Seth… A BIG MISTAKE"

Seth positioned himself… standing now and kept his sad, calm smile at his brother. The assassin looked at him, muddled with emotion as he was the hand holding the weapon, shaking quite noticeably that the metal started to make clanging sounds. Angered at this he moves it in a swift motion. A motion to severe the other's head.

"I think…otherwise…albeit…it is the only right decision I've made for you big brother…"

"You could've eluded that FOOL !"

" I tried my hardest…But I could not…"

" I hate you Seth…"

"And I care for you brother, but it was a responsibility"

" The weak have no responsibility!"

The vision of his brother carried on by the wind, hardly there anymore. The assassin took of the blindfold with his right hand with one swift motion. He covered his face, brows furrowing and eyes a soft lavender like his brothers. Something he covers because it's something that reminds him of what he says is a weakness.

" You said…YOU SAID YOU'D COME FIND ME SETH…WHY'D You HAVE TO DIE?"

The back of the Prontera church, is known to be "The Grave of Saints". Where his brother Seth was buried when he sacrificed himself as bait when a Dark Lord had once appeared in the lower gates of Glast Heim. Unprepared the commoners were, Seth held his ground but could not stay alive.

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