Blades clash and the echo of it rings out in the hallway. Two opponents face off against each other, William and Alex Herrenburge, brothers now fight to the death. The two men stand out of breath, their swords still up, ready to continue fighting. The fight had been going on for hours, deadly and fierce as neither of these skilled sword fighters would back down even an inch.
It all started when the younger brother of two year, Alex, stole something most precious from his brother William, a secret treasure that William had kept with him his entire life. Seemingly ordinary to the average person but priceless to William, this prize was given to him by his father and Alex had always been jealous of it. What the item was didn’t matter, it was the principle of it. Alex had been given gifts before, but never had he received something so extravagant.
At first Alex just wanted to see it, to be close to such an expensive treasure was enough, but slowly he let the voice in his head convince him that he was the one who deserved it. William did nothing special with his life and was only rewarded because he was born first. Alex seethed with anger and in the dead of night, broke into Williams bedroom to steal his most prized treasure.
Once this was discovered William tried to reason with Alex and even tried to be nice. When reason failed however, drastic action had to be taken. Alex acted like a brat his entire life and it was time for William to put him in his place. The two brothers drew their swords, weapons that were identical and made by the same craftsman, the swords were even presented to the brothers at the same time during a celebration. Rapidly Alex slashed through the air, fury and injustice in his mind. He was skilled enough, but lacked the discipline of his older brother. William had a hard time dodging the erratic strikes and was struck several times by a lucky glancing blows. William held up his defense however and was determined that when he finally did land a strike on Alex, it would count.
The two parried and lunged, slashed and dodged for hours. Fighting in the hall of their family’s estate. Both brothers were tired and mildly wounded and every once in a while one of them would think of giving up before shaking it from their mind altogether. The brother that won this sword fight would be the superior sibling and would have the rights to claim the wonderful prize that they fought so dearly for.
William blocked the flurry of attacks with his own sword, then he saw an opening and went for it. Quickly he lunged forward and struck his brother Alex in the throat. Alex’s eyes widened and the air fell silent. Suddenly Alex burst out crying causing their mother to run into the living room. “Are you two fighting again? I told your father not to buy those plastic swords, but no, no one listens to me. I’m only his WIFE!” She shouted, clearly upset and also talking to herself now. Alex and William were in trouble. The boys, ages 10 and 8, bickered constantly over shiny black toy car that William was given before Alex was born. After all these years it still looked fantastic, but Alex was never allowed to play with it, so the two brothers would often get into fist fights or scuffles but now that Alex went into Williams room and took it from the top of his dresser, the two went into a child like rage and began striking each other with their toy swords. Despite being toys the swords were a hard plastic and being struck in the throat wasn’t fun for an eight year old. Mother brought Father in to survey the damage, Father just glared at his boys and sent them to different rooms after confiscating their weapons.
The two brothers were both banished to their rooms and though Alex thought the fight was a tie, William knew he clearly won. He sat in his bedroom holding his precious treasure, the black toy race car, and smiled. The battle was over, but the war would continue, just as long as the treasonous Alex wasn’t watching cartoons or asleep or something.
Any battles that took place after this had similar endings all until the passage of time healed all wounds and the brothers no longer cared for the toy car. There was peace in the land for many years up until one day, William and Alex met a young girl named Cindy, who lived just down the road, but that is a tale for another time.
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