I guess i kinda own this..

It's my OC's story

So yeah.

That bastard, i loathed him, but i needed him. My brother needed him, Kansas was older then me, calmer it made sense he would know what to do. Then the one, the only one west of us, the Island, was attacked and we were getting ready for war again.

We were at the same area as the trenches, this time i was alone. I was flying, it exhilerating and terrifying, my very first time up i was laughing. I never thought it be possible for me to fly, and even as i was killing others, i enjoyed simply because there was the promise of flying, of going against some of the best pilots. I was high from adrenalin, it consumed me and i welcomed it.

Then we pulled out, we had won here and were headed to fight the one who'd hurt our Islander sibling- the odd volcano child. I was on the ground again and this time i didn't even have Blue at my side. I kept a mirror on me always, not to look at myself but to look through myself and at my brother.

I had nothing against them really, i wasn't particularily close to the volcano child, but i faught with no mercy because they were keeping me from my brother.

When they discused the bomb dropping, i agreed. Simply because i wanted this to be over with. I admired their will to fight, but i needed to go home to my brother. My people wanted to go home.

I got home, i was so excited. I had taken a stop on the way home to get him a gift, as an apoligy for leaving. I wasn't sorry though, not really when i protected him from those was worse now, and his health reflected on my mood.

Then it was the war, not like any we really faught before because there was no real fighting. I kept us to ourselves, tried to make sure he didn't know what was happening beyond our home. Our haven, our heart.

I failed, he heard word of the blockade and urged me to help them. We couldn't let them die like that, so i left to meet with the others to see what was to be done about the blockade on Berlin.

There was fear and distrust and suspision, so tangable. I kept quiet as they debated. They feared doing anything that might provoke an actual war to break out. In the end we went home with no solution, schedualed to meet again.

I avoided telling my brother of the meeting, i had failed him after all. I wasn't sure what could be done, i took Jay out with me. I set a wall up, her on one side and her favorite treat on the other. She could not go around it, nor through it, and under would take too long. She went over it, but i was puzzled, how would we go over a blockade?

I never would have figured it out had a child not been playing with an airplane, it flew over the wall. I was excited then, maybe i wouldn't fail my brother after all.

I proposed the idea the next meeting, some were unsure, but i did not care. I had found a way and i would do it with or without their help, i had told my brother and he was excited and hopeful. Failure was not an option, those who were for it set out imediantly with supplies, and with the help of the old one- the one with catipilar eye brows- we set about the airlift in berlin.

I would personally take at least a flight a day over, and when the candy bombers made their appearance i supported it whole heartedly. Eventually the blockade was removed and we returned home, i was proud. It was different from the other times i had returned home because this was good, i hadn't killed nor hurt anyone so i needn't worry about my brother finding out.

When i came back, it was in time to see him die.

He writhered on the bed, witholding screams. Blurring at the edges, becoming transparent in some parts before blinking out of existance. Berry followed after, and Blue howled. Mourning his mate, mourning for the both of us because i was frozen.

When i could move again i found a letter, he knew he was dying, and he knew why. He had planned to say farewell by a letter. He tried tell me goodbye on a peice of paper, he wouldn't say it person. I read through it, memerizing it, but only one phrase stood out for me;

"..becuase you life is worth more to me then my own..."

And then, i broke.