Timaios pov

I'm having a nightmare again. This time I recognize one of the two people, one of them is the king of prophis the other is the ennui. The ennui puts down a little plate of food. "Here you go." "Please let me go." He looks him coldly in the eyes. "And why would I do that?" My dream is interrupted by someone knocking on my door. I open the door it's kallias. "I'm sorry in advance" and he kisses me, my whole body is overwhelmed by a warmth straight from my heart. He wants to stop but I grab his head and look him in the eyes. "Never be sorry for that." I feel the scars on his back through the thin fabric of his shirt, but I know it makes him what he is. Without the scars he wouldn't be Kallias, he wouldn't be the boy I've so desperately want to kiss since he came back from war a few years ago. I gently take of his beautiful soft shirt. I see tears in his eyes, I trace my fingers across the scars on his chest and collarbone, a tear rolls down his cheek. "What is it?" I ask. "I'm sorry for not being beautiful anymore." I look at him with a puzzled face. "What do you mean?" he touches his scars. I smile "Every inch is perfect, these scars make you who you are and you are absolutely gorgeous to me." He smiles but he's still crying. "I don't have to touch you to love you" I say. He looks into my eyes and they light up. "You are perfect" He says "That's easy if you're in love with someone" He kisses me on my head, even though I'm older he's taller. I lead him to my bed and we just lay there, his head on my chest. Not a care in the world.

Kallias pov

I close my eyes and fall asleep. I'm back on the battlefield. I look at the boy in front of me. His hair is exactly the same as mine. His face is a mirror to mine. We are identical except the weapon on our shield. I don't want to fight with him anymore. He's my twin, we were as close as the stars when we were young but when I was chosen to become the king after my dad we got into a fight and he chose to go to Phropis instead of Cain. He's now one of the higher ranking there. I start talking. "Do we talk or will we fight? We don't need to do that" "every part of my body just wants you to fuck off brother. You've got my heart and I've got your soul but we'll be better of alone. You'll remember what you've died for" "For what?" "for me" I'm fighting with the one I love, I forgot who to trust. The swords make a clear clashing sounds as they hit each other. I still can't wrap my head around the fact that we are so similar and we're standing on opposing sides. The earth under my feet is disturbed by the metal armour of me and my brother. I manage to get him on the ground. I get ready to slit his throat when I hesitate. His eyes are full of fear, they don't look like his eyes. "You can't get rid of me, every time in the mirror I will be smiling back. Do it brother, I know you can't, you're too afraid. You're not a soldier." My face drops and the blood from his throat hits the ground. My hands smell like iron, dirt and blood. The holy trinity of war. I remember that I felt completely numb, I knew my feelings had been ripped out of my soul. They had made me into a body walking around without a soul, without memories, without mercy. I was a killing machine, not more or less. I don't hear anything except a weird ringing in my ear, everything else sounds like it's far away. I saunter the whole way back to the camps. When I arrive there I feel myself falling. Later I found out my brother stabbed me in my side while he was delivering his last speech. I still don't know why I didn't feel it. I force myself to open my eyes. I don't want to get up but I don't want to stare at the ceiling like this. How many more sons will I have to kill? Will my kids not hesitate to kill each other? Did I hesitate? I did right? Why didn't I hesitate to kill anyone else?

I can't sleep anymore and I just go into my room to make myself. Ready for the day. I pick out a shirt in the blue colour of my country. I walk through the corridors of the castle when someone comes up to me and tells me to go to the throne room. I arrive there, Caron and Timaios are waiting for me there. "Kallias, we have bad news, your father has been assassinated by elves this night. We think a mole here told them you were going to kill the king of Phrophis and they want you to become a king and not a soldier." My expression does not change. I will not crumble, I will not be silenced. "My father once said this to me, you will always be a soldier first a prince will always come second. I will protect my people in my own way and that's the way of war, the path of a soldier, not one of a king." I feel my hand tremble and I dig my nails in the skin of my hand. "I will leave a mark on that land for killing my father and grandfather, they cannot slaughter our people without consequences. "That is a wise choice Kallias and I admire you for it. Who will take with you." "I won't risk anyone else's life." "I'm going with him" Timaios says. Caron wants to protest but Timaios Says: "Dad, I don't want to argue with you this is my final decision. I'm not a king, I'm not a leader, I'll be a soldier, just like Kallias." "It's dangerous Timmy." "I don't care Kallias." I look at him with despair in my eyes. Do you need to do this darling? I think. "Well, it's your choice my son"