"Hello brother."
"How...how is this possible. I thought you would hate me forever."
"No brother. I don't hate you, I love you. I have for half a decade, for it was then that I realized you were only doing what's natural. If I hadn't stormed off, and if I had actually helped you then Klee would have lived and you would not have been angry with me. I have forgiven you, for the pain I endured. I came her to ask for forgiveness from you as well. For taking that which you loved." With the last two sentences he kneels down bending his head, as a sign if submission.
Grabbing the sword from the cold ground I walk toward him. Kneeling down to his height I hold out my right forearm, and he does the same. Taking the rusty sword I slice a line down my forearm and do the same to him. Clasping the cuts together, as brothers, we stand and pull each other into an embrace. Still letting our blood bind, in the ancient ritual of two warriors bonding.
"Pacem fratrem tuum gladium acutum, et penetrabilior omni gladio usum.
fratres sanguinis." We both say in unison.
CZYTASZ
Brothers of Blood
General FictionWe all have mistakes. Mine are greater in number than others, but I've lived longer than most. This is the story of me and my brother. With all the mistakes there in. Fratres sanguinis
