How many halves make a whole?
It has been too long since I have written to my sisters, yes, well, my half-sisters as I have been now informed. Caged a year in a cave, under royal restraint another year in a city I had never seen for a “crime” I still don’t wholly understand and now? Now waiting to fight for an almost obsessed holy war to engulf the known world, more or less trapped again within the church’s most powerful city. In the midst of it all, a mysterious letter in the hand of my deceased mother and another in the hand of whom I now am to recognize as my second dead father, though he be my true sire.
“Victor. What’re you doing, always brooding about?” My youngest half-brother Walther comes out onto the balcony. It’s far too nice of a day for two able bodied men to be just staring off at nothing. As I lean over the railing, I hardly notice the panorama of the holy city below.
“Thinking about things Walther, the past, the future. Trying to compose a letter.“
“You’re always thinking about things. The past is gone and the future is looking more exciting all the time. Why don’t you just leave it at that? Who’re you writing to anyway?”
Walther steps towards the little table behind me were my paper lay to try a peek. I do not move to intercept him as I haven’t written a word yet.
“You have the great wisdom of youth Walther. I will try my best to heed your advice. I am writing a letter to my sister in Hathaine.”
“You have another sister? Do I know her? Does that make her my sister too? I kind of miss our sister Elissa.”
Even with his head bowed towards the table, I can see Walther’s longing as his hand glides over the blank paper.
“Yes I miss Elissa as well, but no this sister is of my mother not of our father. I have not seen her in over three years now, her and my other three sisters. I hope they are untouched by this war. They are as dear to me as you all are now.”
“Well, I don’t know exactly about being dear to someone, but if that means I protect you like I would Elissa then I agree. I’d protect your other sisters too ‘cause I can and you’re my brother.”
He smiles broadly and steps back away from the balcony railing with enough room to draw his sword if need be.
“You have a great spirit Walther. I will accept your protection. Gods know in this coming war we will all need protection. More than even brothers can give I imagine.”
“Brothers can give more than you would believe Victor. At least I believe that. Elos is our brother also and look what he can give. Well, have fun writing your letter. Tell your sister that the great Walther Harmonant offers his protection to her and her family. See ya’.”
My young brother whirls around and strides through the balcony doors and out through the room beyond, his warrior’s stride echoing heroically off of the stone walls. He is already protecting us all. I sit down to write.
“My dearest Danielle,
I am blessed to be in good hands here. Today marks the……..
- by Jon
“Victor. What’re you doing, always brooding about?” My youngest half-brother Walther comes out onto the balcony. It’s far too nice of a day for two able bodied men to be just staring off at nothing. As I lean over the railing, I hardly notice the panorama of the holy city below.
“Thinking about things Walther, the past, the future. Trying to compose a letter.“
“You’re always thinking about things. The past is gone and the future is looking more exciting all the time. Why don’t you just leave it at that? Who’re you writing to anyway?”
Walther steps towards the little table behind me were my paper lay to try a peek. I do not move to intercept him as I haven’t written a word yet.
“You have the great wisdom of youth Walther. I will try my best to heed your advice. I am writing a letter to my sister in Hathaine.”
“You have another sister? Do I know her? Does that make her my sister too? I kind of miss our sister Elissa.”
Even with his head bowed towards the table, I can see Walther’s longing as his hand glides over the blank paper.
“Yes I miss Elissa as well, but no this sister is of my mother not of our father. I have not seen her in over three years now, her and my other three sisters. I hope they are untouched by this war. They are as dear to me as you all are now.”
“Well, I don’t know exactly about being dear to someone, but if that means I protect you like I would Elissa then I agree. I’d protect your other sisters too ‘cause I can and you’re my brother.”
He smiles broadly and steps back away from the balcony railing with enough room to draw his sword if need be.
“You have a great spirit Walther. I will accept your protection. Gods know in this coming war we will all need protection. More than even brothers can give I imagine.”
“Brothers can give more than you would believe Victor. At least I believe that. Elos is our brother also and look what he can give. Well, have fun writing your letter. Tell your sister that the great Walther Harmonant offers his protection to her and her family. See ya’.”
My young brother whirls around and strides through the balcony doors and out through the room beyond, his warrior’s stride echoing heroically off of the stone walls. He is already protecting us all. I sit down to write.
“My dearest Danielle,
I am blessed to be in good hands here. Today marks the……..
- by Jon
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