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

"Rumors are the swords between people, easy to bleed, easy to shutter"

"You're wrong, it is a poison if you believed it already. That doesn't matter if it is wrong or not"

"You are talking too much, brother. If it goes like that, i might even think that the rumor is true"

"The rumor…it is true. That i summoned you not to reward but to remove"

"..." the room falls quiet, the weight of the throne and family pressing down on the two sons of the same blood. Carlos never imagined that his brother would agree. He never even thought about that. Now that his brother is speaking with his own mouth, Carlos thought…

(Is it worth it? He has nothing, no gods to support him, no blessings. Yet he still fought in that war, bled for the empire, for his brother. For everything that his brother has done for him, he wanted to pay back. That is the reason he survived in that war full of people with blessings. He survived the war between gifted ones for his brother. And his brother didn't even deny the rumor)

(Wait, did he want his brother to deny?)

(Hell, yes he wanted to. He wanted his brother to say it was a lie, say it was a mistake, say it is because of his brother's god wish. Everything but agreeing to that sentence)

Carlos laughs, putting his right hand upon his head and head up. And laugh menacingly. Like a psychopath. Yet his brother didn't look shocked, he just sat there watching Carlos laugh to the end. Carlos thought his brother should have lied, if he did Carlos would believe him immediately like he had always believed him. After that he stopped laughing, that feel like a fucking joke.

The silence cracked like thunder when Carlos stepped forward. Not fast, not rushed—deliberate. Each step echoed in the hollow chamber like a drumbeat of the war. Carlos thought of fighting the king but he never really dared to. But his brother did not deny, that means his brother is going to kill him. And the time had come for Carlos to fulfil the promise that he had made with his brother. Carlos is going to fight back.

"So you are actually going to kill me"

"Yes. That is true."The king rose from the throne, robes whispering around him, and for a moment, the two brothers simply stood there. Eye to eye. Blood to blood. Betrayer and betrayed.

"Is that a part of your story too?" Carlos said, his voice hoarse. <Please say it is true>

The king titled his head."Yes, it is but…."

"But to kill you by myself is my own choice"

"I thought you would be more acceptable if i am the one who do that"

"I came here to take you…You said you want to travel"

"Brother, leave everything and come with me. Travel the world with me, i will protect you"

"If only it was that easy, little Carl"

"It is not easy but I can try…no we can try. But first we need to take a step. And that step is for you to take my hand. Take my hand, brother. Come with me." Carlos said while handing his right hand to his brother and hoping he would take it. And Elevan just stood there—unwilling to move. His face was covered with shockness and pain— yet it went quickly into coldness as the storm in the snowy mountain.

The silence that followed was heavier than stone, steel and even than diamond.

The king, his brother didn't move.

Carlos' hand trembled, suspended between hope and heartbreak.

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