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Here you go, oh faithful readers:
Part Six
"Come on! You can do it!" Smiling confidently down at his brother, he inspired courage. "Just grab that branch and climb! It's almost time!" He was always confident.
"Lance, I can't..." He grabbed the branch and tried again. He strained, and made it. His brother cheered and urged him on.
"Never say can't! I know you can do it! Just one more branch, D!"
D jumped and got a hold of the last branch and put his feet against the tree trunk for leverage. Sucessfully pulling himself up, he accepted his brothers hand and reached the large, platform-like limb where his brother awaited. The twins sat down together to watch the sun sink behind the distant hills. Lance put his arm around D.
"I wish I were as strong as you, brother."
"Naw. You're the smarter one, D. When age takes my strength, you will still be smart. You will always have your mind... like mom." The two watched the shadows lengthen, thinking of their parents, now long gone. It seemed like so long ago that the four of them watched the sunsets. Lance put his arm around his brother and held him close. "Soon, D, we're gonna be heroes. Just you wait." His brother looked at him with his trademark half-smile. "I'm gonna join the King's army in a couple years, when I'm old enough." He paused for a moment. "I'm gonna be a war hero, just like Dad was."
D lowered his head. "I... I don't want to lose you. You're all I have." He fought the tears swelling his eyes. He had more to say, but couldn't.
"Don't worry about that. I will be back." He hugged his brother. "Besides, we have to find paradice together, remember? Listen," he thought about what to say, looking for some way to comfort his brother. "When I leave, I want you to travel, too. Go find out if magic really does exist. Go to the Desert of Kha. Fight werewolves and vampires. Find a girl to fall in-love with. Then, meet me back here, at this tree. I will want to hear all about your adventures." He looked into his brother's eyes. "Bring me a griffon's feather." He smiled, a bright, charismatic smile. D couldn't help but smile. "Promise me?"
"Only if you promise to come back." His brother nodded. "Alright, Lance, I promise."
"I promise D." Darkness over took the light, as if the sun had waited for this to set. They both sighed and sat in silence together.
The gunslinger opend his eyes. He remembered everything about that night. The feel of the rought tree bark, the soft breeze, and the feel of his brother's arm around him. His eyes went to Miranda, sleeping next to him. Slowly, he moved out of the bed and he silently walked over to his duster. Reaching into the inside pocket, he removed a brown envelope. Opening it, he removed the contents: a large, blue-white feather. Running his finger along it, he sighed. "Lance..."
He looked out the window, and resolved an inner conflict as he watched the sun rise. He slid the feather back into the envelope. He knew what he would do. Thier promise would not go unfulfilled. Placing the parcel back into his duster pocket, he closed his eyes, clinging to the memory. He walked back over to the bed and slid beneth the covers. Putting his arms around Miranda, he kissed her gently and laid his head on the pillow to rest.
Paradice will never be lost to him, as long as he had the strength to search...
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The rest can be found here.
Later.
Part Six
"Come on! You can do it!" Smiling confidently down at his brother, he inspired courage. "Just grab that branch and climb! It's almost time!" He was always confident.
"Lance, I can't..." He grabbed the branch and tried again. He strained, and made it. His brother cheered and urged him on.
"Never say can't! I know you can do it! Just one more branch, D!"
D jumped and got a hold of the last branch and put his feet against the tree trunk for leverage. Sucessfully pulling himself up, he accepted his brothers hand and reached the large, platform-like limb where his brother awaited. The twins sat down together to watch the sun sink behind the distant hills. Lance put his arm around D.
"I wish I were as strong as you, brother."
"Naw. You're the smarter one, D. When age takes my strength, you will still be smart. You will always have your mind... like mom." The two watched the shadows lengthen, thinking of their parents, now long gone. It seemed like so long ago that the four of them watched the sunsets. Lance put his arm around his brother and held him close. "Soon, D, we're gonna be heroes. Just you wait." His brother looked at him with his trademark half-smile. "I'm gonna join the King's army in a couple years, when I'm old enough." He paused for a moment. "I'm gonna be a war hero, just like Dad was."
D lowered his head. "I... I don't want to lose you. You're all I have." He fought the tears swelling his eyes. He had more to say, but couldn't.
"Don't worry about that. I will be back." He hugged his brother. "Besides, we have to find paradice together, remember? Listen," he thought about what to say, looking for some way to comfort his brother. "When I leave, I want you to travel, too. Go find out if magic really does exist. Go to the Desert of Kha. Fight werewolves and vampires. Find a girl to fall in-love with. Then, meet me back here, at this tree. I will want to hear all about your adventures." He looked into his brother's eyes. "Bring me a griffon's feather." He smiled, a bright, charismatic smile. D couldn't help but smile. "Promise me?"
"Only if you promise to come back." His brother nodded. "Alright, Lance, I promise."
"I promise D." Darkness over took the light, as if the sun had waited for this to set. They both sighed and sat in silence together.
The gunslinger opend his eyes. He remembered everything about that night. The feel of the rought tree bark, the soft breeze, and the feel of his brother's arm around him. His eyes went to Miranda, sleeping next to him. Slowly, he moved out of the bed and he silently walked over to his duster. Reaching into the inside pocket, he removed a brown envelope. Opening it, he removed the contents: a large, blue-white feather. Running his finger along it, he sighed. "Lance..."
He looked out the window, and resolved an inner conflict as he watched the sun rise. He slid the feather back into the envelope. He knew what he would do. Thier promise would not go unfulfilled. Placing the parcel back into his duster pocket, he closed his eyes, clinging to the memory. He walked back over to the bed and slid beneth the covers. Putting his arms around Miranda, he kissed her gently and laid his head on the pillow to rest.
Paradice will never be lost to him, as long as he had the strength to search...
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The rest can be found here.
Later.