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'Till The Last Breath.
The apple of his throat pressed against the blade, drawing blood that slid down the length of my sword.
He had been called a brave man with a fools mind before, and this incident is proof that there is some truth in rumors.
My hand was restless, eager to prove my point. But my heart did not hold reason to take his breath.
Slowly I began to rip through his skin and yet he did not move to back away. His eyes were my only source of light. They seemed to glow, on this dark day, And when there bright color started to fade, I dropped my weapon.
"Why do you not flinch? You do not flee. Do you wish to die?" My questions were drawn out, but few. And he only answered with a simple statement.
"Slay me brother. For life is not worth living if we cannot be at peace."
My mouth was ajar as he spoke his words. I looked past myself, and my inner spite, and saw the person who I once called friend.
And I had saw what I had done.
The night was long and cold as we stood, motionless, on that battle field. And in the early hours of the morning he passed in my arms,the tiny incision in his throat, killing him.
I was the fool with a brave mind who slaughtered his sibling in the name of War.
