Planz

“Now kill me, little Carl”

“As long as it is you, i will feel free”

“As my last wish, kill me Carl” the king said looking at his little brother.

“You really are idiot, brother”

Carlos looked down at the king, unblinking yet his voice filled with pain, his tears falling down. And Carlos laughs bitterly and sounds broken. And he lifted the blade higher, tip aimed for the heart to finish quickly. For his brother to not feel the pain and be free from those strings that control him immediately. 
“Brother, you never changed”

And Carlos drove the sword downward to meet his brother’s heart…

The throne room’s doors that have been closed for eternity had opened and thousands of swords had just been thrown to him in an instant. Also with a terrifying speed. His eyes widened.

Something massive passed between him and his brother, faster than thought and attacking him. He didn’t have time to lift his blade. And a shadow come in front of him and then—

Nothing.

The world is titled as he falls to the ground and his last breath is caught in his throat.

And only darkness was there.

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There has always been a man named Carlos.

Carlos had always been a shadow beside his brother, the king and the throne, a prince without a crown, born first yet not love by his family nor his own empire, born royal yet the gods didn't even glaze upon him. The kingdom whispered of his brutality as if they had known him for a long time, of the way he killed those with blessings, and they only spoke of how he had killed them not how the other had done to him, they rather spoke about him instead of the war that made him like that, and yet he still think of them as his people to protect. But in the end, he died with steel in his hand and grief in his eyes—fulfilling the last wish the very brother he once loved more than his own life and not knowing who attacked him to the end.

And then, the world blinked.

Carlos awoke in a bed of the silence room filled with only darkness and a light coming through from the only one window that had been opened and beneath a sky too blue to be real, the floor is too clean to feel safe, his pain disappeared, his chest unscarred,his body shrunk and his hands which wore the sword as his companion, the hands which was rough and hard, they become small. His reflection in the nearby mirror in front of his bed showed the face he hadn’t seen for a long time, the face that had not feel anything and the body of a boy who through puberty just now is right in front him--- 15 year old of body, he freckled, wide-eyed, innocent yet laced with memory.

He had died as a man. And he returned as a boy. The world was new, no wars, no pain, no betrayal and time—for reasons unknown—had gifted him a second chance.

But what would he do with it?
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Your End Is My Beginning

The weapon tumbled from his hands as well as the eyes of Kave. There is no way that he could win in this fight, Kave knows it. Even so it is not a sin to at least try, right. Kave thinks. His mind is messy and crowded with thoughts and not able to focus on what is happening. Should he just apologize and ask him not to go. There is no way the duke would listen to his words. He had already crossed the line which should not have crossed. And,... and he still doesn't wanna die. He survived the war, became the duke's right hand man, and led the war side by side for what?

To survive…yes, I need to survive. And, why am I trying so hard for this idiot, why am I even trying. Who am I even trying to explain when that guy won't even listen. For what reason.

"GET UP"

"My enemy should not be trembling like this in front of me, you are the one who says you would kill him, this is the fight you started first. You should finish it."

Carlos said, pointing his sword at the tumbled soldier in front of him.

"The fight will be over after one of us dies, but you will not die like this, trembling and showing the pitiful side of you"

Kave looks at his duke with trembling eyes filled with countless thoughts and misfortunes of the world showing on his face. And the moon really sure is a paid actor, the light pointing Kave's face showing the tears of regrets. There is no reason and there will be no reason. Because that man in front of him had always been the reason since the start to the end. That man is the reason why he is alive to this day. That day, if that man didn't come, then he wouldn't be here. That man is his savior, his leader, his brother, his master, his best friend. He is his everything. Now there will be a new identity for his duke again. And it will be—

A PERSON FOR HIM TO SAVE.

Kave said while picking at the sword beside him.

"I had been in a war fighting by your side. And I am not afraid of dying…. Not especially from you"

"And I am not finished. And you are not going and leave us like that"

Without warning, Kave lunged his sword at Caroles.

" You talked confidently as if you would win."

" Yet you are still slow" sparks flew before knowing what was happening.

A sharp pain flared in Kave's stomach.

Too fast. He could not even block it, he could not even a minute for him to look, the only thing he knew was that a silver lining sword was already sunk into his body. His duke really is another being. He doesn't even need god's power to beat him. While Kave had used all the strength and power, his duke didn't even flinch. The leader will always be the leader, no matter what and he will not be worthy enough for his duke to use power on him.

Carlos wrenched the blade free. Kave staggered, his sword slipping from his fingers, clattering against the floor which was already covered with his blood. His knees buckled.

Blood dripped from his lips as he clutched his gut, his vision blurring.

Kave tried to speak yet no words came from his mouth. He looked at his duke for only a moment. He is not worthy. But the only thing Kave saw was the dark, the shadow was covering his duke's face, only the murderous bloody eyes could be seen. But for some reason, his duke doesn't feel like a human, he looks as is the previous king. Kave wants to talk but only blood comes from his month. His time is coming. His body swayed. His mind screamed at him to stand again, to fight, to stop his beloved duke from turning back, leaving him, but he was already falling.

His duke had already turned back and walked away, sword in hand with the blood falling through the blade, watching as only one sentence could come out of his mouth.

"DON'T GO"

Before the darkness took him away from his beloved family,his duke.

The past (4): A fight between fools