"N-No.. Lucas, don't make me do this.." Claus pleaded, burying his face in his brother's chest. Lucas had tricked Claus into going to Drago Plateau.
"Claus, listen to me." he said in the most commanding voice he could muster, "You weren't afraid of them when we were young. Today, you're going to overcome your fear. You can do this."
His brother looked away. "No, I can't.."
"Yes you can. Now come on." Lucas said, leading him towards a young Drago. "Don't worry. It'll be fine."
Lucas guided Claus' trembling hand towards the creature's snout. Claus started petting it, hesitant at first.
"That's it.. See? It won't hurt you."
The Drago smiled, baring some of its teeth. Claus pulled away in horror. The pain from that day came back to him.
"Lucas, I can't.. It reminds me too much of.. back then.." he sobbed, lost in his memories.
His thoughts were interrupted by a different sensation; Lucas had him in a tight embrace.
"Claus. Look at me. That was then. This," he said, pointing to the Drago, ".. is not the same as the monster from before."
"I can't do it, Lucas!"
"Then we're going to stay here until you can." Lucas said sternly.
There was no arguing with him this time.
They spent the rest of the day at the plateau. After countless attempts, Claus finally warmed up to the Dragos. By sunset, he was playing with them happily, just like old times.
When they were done, Claus pulled Lucas aside and gave him a hard punch.
"Ouch! What was that for?"
"For being stubborn and forcing me to do something I didn't want to do." he said. Before Lucas could protest any more, Claus kissed him softly.
"Thanks for doing it, bro."