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Chapter Twelve: The Gravity Of His Mind •EDITED•

The Northern nation might very well be the sole reason for that.

Back when the earth was split, the North managed to claim the United States, United Kingdoms, France, a part of Russia and everything in between as her own.

The world grew alarmed as the nation's borders stretched across the continents that were once called South America, Africa, Europe and Asia-and it didn't help that the ocean was partitioned as well, advancements in technology making the entire process a cake walk.

It became the largest region on earth and the people behind the whole scheme were equally as terrifying.

Almost all of the great powers had a hand in the nation's creation and no one dared to say a word about it-the threats of instant annihilation by the North were too real to be ignored. They had enough fire power to turn a country to rubble.

By the end of it all the East had gotten the majority of Asia and Africa with Australia on the side, but they weren't too pleased. Still, there was nothing they could do to gain more land, the North was just that powerful.

Regardless, the East was still better off compared to the South and West. All the two had to their name were a couple of countries, the ocean, Antarctica and the Arctic. And the North only relinquished the Arctic to them just to shut up their whining.

Bullies. Philip chuckled.

He scratched behind his ear and looked around the fog for a moment before deciding at last that he was lost. I should have waited for that bloody captain.

The humor of the situation was not lost to him. He had been trying to play hero and save the day, only for the real hero to come and save him. And the hero is the boy I once loved too. . .

It was not the fact that Issac had played dead for eight years that upset him. No, it was the fact that even before he got the fame Philip had looked up to him. He really wished he hadn't, but he had.

Issac was the brother he had always wanted-the only sibling that wanted him back. He was someone Philip wished he could be.

With a sad laugh Philip tapped on the side of his goggles and turned them off, lowering himself to the dirt road as he let go of the tension that had been holding his body.

I'm tired.

Immediately the world changed from bright green to a dark, motionless void and the young noble shut his eyes in exhaustion. I'll just let him find me.

In all honestly, Philip was too drained to move anymore. He didn't even care if he got mauled by the many beasts who owned the golden gazes that were constantly trained on him. The only damn reason I came to the North was because of him, so if I die it's on his codedamned head.

Philip had never been afraid of dying because he never had a reason to live. . . Then Issac came along.

While he wouldn't call himself suicidal there was no denying that he had been caught in the act one time too many. It still bothered him that he had tried to kill himself as a child but he didn't really know why the thoughts of that day made him feel like his heart was getting shredded.

Philip didn't know whether it was because he was disappointed that his seven year old self couldn't come up with something more ingenious than throwing himself off a bridge or the fact that Issac had jumped right after him and dragged him out of the freezing lake. Maybe he was just distraught that he had lived this long just to chase someone he would never reach.

Captain Issac Westley, the renowned name of a hero. There was no one who didn't respect him, but few knew that he had been like that from the onset. A self sacrificing soldier everyday.

It's still the same. The messenger took in a deep breath. The clothes he wore seemed to suffocate him, snuffing out his resentment before it had the chance to turn into a strong hate.

He's better than I will ever be.

Accepting the fact wasn't hard, he had been in his friend's shadow his entire life, he just didn't know it then. Deep down Philip had always known that, and even though he accepted it long ago he still tried to be his own person despite that. And for a while it worked.

Then the moment the blasted bastard's name is mentioned I instantly become a joke. Hostility flared up once again before Philip immediately squashed it, chiding himself lightly as he ran his finger down the edge of his face and wiped away the dirt on his cheek.

Just because he's better doesn't mean you are nothing. He tried to console his past self, pulling his thoughts out of his painful memories. I'll prove that, just you watch.

Philip should have noticed the creeping chill that seeped through his uniform, or the way a strange numbness snuck up his toes, but he didn't. He managed to fall asleep without realizing that his left hand was slowly being encased in ice.

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AN: Well, wasn't this interesting? A very nice history lesson!
Philip became a messenger to find Issac! Isn't that wonderful!

Then more insight into Philip's nausea and the North's awesomeness!

All I can say is, why didn't our messenger take care of that bloody wound!

Alright, question of the chapter (yes, I'm doing that now.)

Where in the world do you think you would be living in right now if the earth was divided like it was in this chapter?

Thank you for reading!