A long time ago, two identical boys stood in the middle of their home, at loss for words. In front of them were two bodies which they knew all too well. Their death was instant, painless but that didn't stop the boys from mourning. One of the boys stopped crying and stood up, looking at the other. "I'm going to leave the village." His brother protested but when they were done arguing, all that mattered was the sentence at the end. "Promise me you'll come back one day." (Editing)