Long ago in the times when kings ruled the lands there was a kingdom that ruled over most of the known world. This kingdom ruled most of what is now Europe and Asia. The kings of this great kingdom were called the kings of duel blades. As the kingdom began to expand their first king had received twin swords as a peace gift from there neighboring kingdom. Since then each king has been trained to use the twins swords and for years peace was spread through there kingdom.

Then the 7th king to take the thrown, King Thomas the 3rd, had two sons a pair of twins. As the years went on at the age of 15 the twins had watched their father be assassinated this turn of events caused a civil war. The northern part of the kingdom wanted the first born son to take the thrown, but the southern kingdom wanted the youngest son to take the thrown. With the kingdom separated the twins took the blades and separated it amongst there self's. The older brother received the left handed sword Nightshade and the younger brother received the right handed sword Morning shadows.

They parted ways and separated the kingdom to end a civil war from forming. But it was impossible to stop it forever; soon war broke out and the brothers faced each other in conflict. There is a secret about twins that only twins can understand, think of your brother, or sister, as an extension of your body. They are a part of you and you are a part of them.

So if they die so does a part of you so to speak.

Now both brothers stand across from one another both still care for the other but if one did not die more deaths would follow. The dark, demonic, devilish, shadows shot out across the battlefield as the sun was covered by a storm cloud that carried the tears of all their loved ones. As there tears fell from the dark cloud the brothers began their dance of death. Hours passed and both brothers were tired but unwilling to give up. Final there battle came to an end; years of civil war end that day. In the end it was the youngest brother who had won but not because he was the strongest.

At the end of their battle the younger brother had made a mistake to lung at his brother. It was an easy move to dodge and counter; the older brother could have easily won, but he didn't. As an older brother his job was to help his brother and give him a better future so he let his brother's sword run its course. Now he laid on the cold, wet, ground of the battlefield; his blood flowing from his freshly made wound. The rains fell on his face or were these tears from his loved ones that have moved on to the other side? They were none of these thing; they were the tears from his younger brother now trying to save him from his unavoidable fate.

"Why would you let yourself get killed?" He managed to say in between tears. The older brother just looked at him. What a stupid question the brother thought.

Then he finally got the strength to answer such a dumb question. "Because it's what any older brother in his right mind would do."

"But I was ready to die; you should have been king not me." The younger brother said trying to control his emotions.

"Foolish little brother," The older brother crocked from his dying body, "It was my thrown by birth right, but you have the heart of a true king; your kind, loving, caring more than I can say for myself. You can reunite the kingdom I know you can I believe in you."

With those final words the older brother had passed on leaving his brother to the task of bringing the kingdom back together. It will take longer than his life span for the scars from this war to heal, but he did reunite the kingdom like his brother asked. The younger brother now rules the kingdom with both the twin swords by his side, but now they have a new meaning. Nightshade was like a part of the older brother so when in battle the sword was like an older brother protecting his younger brother and Morning shadows was a part of the younger brother when in battle it is like when a younger brother helps out his older brother. They help each other out when in a fight like two brothers that is one reason they are called twin blades because they are like real brothers they depend on each other. They are the same and yet they are not at the same time.

A/N: If you guys liked this short story tell me if I should make it into a full book! If you didn't like it or just don't care that's no problem I'll just have to try harder next time.