Seven Years Rebellion

It was like any other day. The sky was dark and cloudy, it was freezing as hell, my brother was sitting in the shadow's, burring his head in his arms, and I was talking with my mother and father about what was outside this dull run-down, isolated town. Yep, none of us ever expected anything tragic to occur. Although, I should have known since I felt an eerie feeling in the wind that brought death and sorrow.


Suddenly, my brother's fuzzy black wolf ears twitched followed by his immidiate jump up. We turned to see what he was up to, then turning towards the dark, dead castle rising high above the tiny, cracking buildings that held sick, rather-be-dead civilians. My brother gulped and stepped to us, keeping his gaze on the palace that had hatred-filled wind swirling around it, intimidatingly. He grabbed my rough, scarred hand. I couldn't help but be frightened, showing it by clutching my brother's trembling hand. We all waited for my brother's fear to come... and it did.

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