This one is: dun, dun, duh! The eldest Composer Brother: Flat! If you can't tell, I'm sort of in to Majora's Mask lately. Well, here you go!
"Sharp? My brother, what are you doing?"
"I am becoming the greatest man in the world! All people will listen to my music. I will no longer be stuck in the shadow of my older brother. Flat, you are of no use to me. If you do not want to hear my music, so be it. You shall never hear any music ever again!"
Sharp floated towards the light. I looked up just as a stone was pushed over the opening. I would never see him again. Never see the light of day. It was dark, damp, and cold in the hole beneath our home.
It had been one week since the ruler of Ikana had let that child into our land. Now, a shadow covered everything. My brother, Sharp, had sworn his allegiance to that strange imp when he realized that he would end up with the same fate as our king, Igos du Ikana, if he didn't. Even brave Captain Keeta and his men were killed in the blink of an eye.
I tried to stop Sharp, but it was no use. The powers the imp had given him made him almost invincible. Now, I am left alone in this place, doomed to drift through here for eternity.
I turned at the sound of metal scraping on the cold, stone floor. "H- hello?" Before I could react, an Iron Knuckle charged at me, swinging his huge axe. It was big, but I was fast. I ducked and rolled between its legs as it brought the axe in a downward swipe. I then realized I couldn't beat it. I had no weapon.
No chance of destroying it.
Sharp had probably known about this. He had known I would be defenseless. He had left me here to die.
The Iron Knuckle turned and sliced horizontally through the air. I tried to duck, but wasn't fast enough.
The blade went straight through my neck.
Even if I am dead, Sharp, remember this:
You will not escape your fate.
Someday, someone will cleanse your blackened soul.
Heed my words…and my music.
The thousand of years of raindrops summoned by my song are my tears. The thunder that strikes the earth is my anger!