Dear friends I must warn you before you begin that this is the story of two brothers. You may say that it is a concept over used, but let me tell you before you put this down that it is not some story about two brother fighting or coming back together after a long separation. It is merely a story of the bond known by all to be the strongest in existence. So let me take you back, friends to before Facebook and cell phones, before airplanes and blue jeans , before even America was discovered. In a very small village tucked between a great forest and an even greater mountain lived two brothers...
The thunder of hooves sounded across the field of flowing green grass; over the ridge two horses appeared. They were as different from each other as the riders atop them. Upon the leading horse sat an older boy by maybe a few seasons. He had already the features of a man with his strong jaw showing the beginnings of a beard he also sported eyes a green as the grass they road on and short dark hair. His horse was bay and built like a stone wall strong and compact like it’s rider. The boy slightly behind (but not by much) was just that; a boy. He was delicate and if anyone was really looking they would find incredibly beautiful (for a boy at least). Well, the former was attractive he was nothing like the boy. He had eyes of pale blue with flecks of gold buried near the iris. Hair like a ravens wing hung down past his chin and delicate cheek bones were set over plump full lips( every girl in the village was envious of him). His horse was a creamy palomino light boned like his rider.
The two rode bareback out across the field, their pace breakneck as they galloped toward a fast approaching fence.
“Ryan, slow down! You’re never gonna make that jump!” urged the younger as he pulled up spotting the fence.
“Oh, come know Mika I’ll be fine!” answered Ryan as he continued toward the looming fence. “Come on Ty let’s show ’em what we got!” he whispered to his horse as he crouched low over its withers waiting for the leap. He let out a sudden cry as the horse came to an abrupt halt nearly sitting down as it stopped. His young rider went tumbling off over the horse’s rump.
The younger of the two broke out into fits of laughter as the horse proceeded to trot off before lowering it head to graze. Ryan stood quickly brushing off dirt before turning to glare at the other boy.
“Oh, you think that’s funny, do you?” he questioned the younger.
“Well, brother you would be laughing too if you saw your face.” Mika answered sobering quickly. He looked over to his brothers grazing mount.
“You better hurry up and get Ty back. Father is expecting us home soon,” Mika said before turning away and heading parallel to the fence.
“Where are you going?” Ryan questioned startled by his usually happy brother sour remark.
“Me and Sam are going to use the gate like intelligent beings,” he answered patting his steed’s neck and continuing on without a second glance. Behind him his brother hurried to catch up.
The two road in silence as the made there way home there village was just insight when Ryan spoke.
“Hey what’s going on with you?” His brother gave him a strange look. “It just you’ve been off lately.
“Ryan,” the younger sighed.
“Un-uh don’t give me that nothings wrong crap. You are upset about something!” He gave his brother a pointed look. “So spill!”
“It’s just that... just something one of the Priests said the other day... it’s fine really!” He added as he saw his brothers angry expressions.
“What did they say Mika?” He sounded surprisingly calm given his expression.
“Does it matter, they’ve always been cruel to me.”
“Yes, but you’re old enough now it’s not the same!” It was quite obvious the topic was familiar.
“Just drop it Ry, I don’t want to talk about it!” Mika brow was furrowed and he looked increasingly worried, but at his brothers final words he couldn’t help, but snap. “Were done talking about this... okay!”
“Fine... but if you ever want to share...”
“I know where to find you” Mika finished. They road in silence the rest of the way, but the tension in both boys was obvious.
Both boys dismounted in front of a small barn by an only slightly larger house made of crooked shingles and appeared to be painted to match the dull tan of the mostly dead field behind it. The field had only a few sparse patches of green and the plants lay rotten on the brown soil. Ryan scanned the field and turned to see his brother doing the same, managing to keep his face blank, but it was clear he was upset. Both knew the Priests had been here.
“Mika!” Ryan yelled as the boy suddenly took off running. He went to follow, but a strong callused hand grabbed his shoulder holding him back.
“Don’t son, he’ll be back soon. He just needs a minute,” Ryan turned to look at his father’s strong, weather worn face smiling sadly at him. “Just let him be.”
“He’s not stupid, Father, he knows they were looking for him.... you said no?” The last part was a question. His father nodded but frowned
“They’re not going to ask much longer eventually they’ll just take him... you know that right Ryan?”
“No, I won’t let them... he’s only a boy.”
“I’m sorry Ryan, but its the way things are!” his father gave him a look to drop it.
“Then things should change!” with that he stormed off in the direction his brother had run.
Ryan found Mika sitting in the middle of the field fingering the locket around his neck absently. His eyes were locked on the huge mountain in the distance. Ryan was heartbroken to see the tears in the young boys eyes.
“Hey you doing alright?” Ryan asked quietly as he sat beside his brother.
“Yeah... just... why does he keep saying no. It’ll be easier if he just let them take me!” Mika’s anger grew with each word.
“He’s just trying to protect you Mika why can’t you except that?”
“Because what does it matter if we all starve anyway! I’m cursed Ry always have been and you know it! It’s why dad tried pushing me down the stairs when I was eight... or how about the time he almost ran me over with his horse when I was ten! Or..or why mom can barely look at me. Come on Ry its over give up! I’m of age and the prettiest boy in the village, of course they want me for a sacrifice and if it saves the village and our family from them then I’ll do it!” At the last words Mika rose and began to walk away again when a shriek sounded from the house. Both brothers looked toward the house, than back at each other.
“Mom!” They spoke in unison. They ran as fast as they could in the direction of the house, Mika falling slightly behind. They could see the smoke rising, as they approached the flames became visible. There mother was just outside being held back by a man dressed in long black robes( a Priest!). Ryan called out for his mother, but she continued to yell toward the house as he got closer he could make out she was calling his father name, in the direction of the section of the house currently caught in an epic blaze.
Ryan ran toward his mother pulling his dagger from it sheath at his hip, intending to take out the Priest dumb enough to mess with his family, when he heard a slight squeal noise from behind him. He spun and saw another Priest holding Mika tightly around the waist. Mika was kicking and crying out, but he was no match for the massive Priest.
“Let him go!” Ryan demanded, but the Priest just laughed.
“And what are you going to do little boy, stick me with that pig poker, don’t you know not to play with Daddy’s grown up toys?” He mocked.
Ryan could only see red. He stormed forward before he heard a weak cry from the direction of the burning house and turned to see his father struggling toward him, several burns visible and covered in black ash.
“Ryan don’t!” Even in his weakened state he still managed to be forceful and commanding causing Ryan to pause, but even his fathers order couldn’t overcome his need to help his younger brother and he quickly turned back. Only to find the Priests and his brother gone by whatever dark magics they possessed. His mother lay in a crumpled heap on the ground crying quietly. She had spent the last ten or so years attempting to distance herself from her doomed youngest, but it was obvious she hadn’t succeeded. Ryan felt a kind of numbness overcome him as he looked at there half burned house the fire had left with the Priests( and Mika too). A sort of grim determination came over him next. No one was going to take his baby brother and get away with it.
He heard his father calling him as he stormed to the barn grabbed Ty tacking him up as fast as possible before heading to the trunk in the corner he pulled out the old broad sword his father hid there. Strapped it to his waist before mounting up and riding fast as he could go into the darkest part of the forest( where he knew the Priests had gone) his parents calls fading away behind him.
Ryan didn’t know how far he had ridden, but he found himself in the middle of an eerily dark forest with not a single soul in sight, save for him and his horse. Ty snorted his displeasure, obviously not thrilled with there current predicament.
“It’s okay boy... I’m sure the fact that this place is so creepy means we’re close to the Priest’s chapel.”
The Priests had two chapels one in town and the other in the center of the darkest part of the forest near the base of the grand mountain. Ryan could see he was near the mountain and he was certainly in a dark part of the forest, but he realized now that the forest was so large he was completely lost. Suddenly he froze looking over at Ty who was turned in the direction of the sound ears perked. Then it came again from the other side of the small clearing. A high pitched girly giggle. Suddenly it was all around them Ryan stared up at the moss covered trees with their claw like branches.
“Who’s there?” He questioned fearfully.
“Oh Rae, I think the the wittle boys lost.” A high voice mocked.
“Yes Mae, I very much agree he must have lost his mummy.” Giggles sounded in the trees.
“Whats wrong with you wittle boy?” The one called Mae questioned from where ever she was perched.
“M-my... brothers b-b-been... kidnapped!” He tried to sound tough only to have it come out sounding weak and fearful.
“And who took him?” Rae sounded honestly curious.
“The P-P-Priests did!” The giggles stopped suddenly
“And you have come to get him back?” Mae’s tone was suddenly dark and serious.
“Yes!” Ryan said as forcefully as he could. He jumped as two lithe figures dropped from the trees landing as soundlessly as cats. Fae( forest people who could live hundreds of years and loved nature) he realized as he took in there small bodies, with there streamlined features. The one he realized must be Mae had short brown gold hair and golden tan skin with strange glowing golden eyes. Rae had shoulder length black hair and pale skin with bright sliver eyes. Mae had a bow and quiver on her back with a knife strapped to her waist. Rae carried a casting staff. Mae were dressed in a red tunics and leggings. Rae had on a purple robe.
“Well, you’re going to need a guide.” Rae stated, it wasn’t a question.
“You know where the chapel is?” Ryan was a little skeptical they didn’t seem very trustworthy with their glinting feline eyes and weapons.
“Of course we know were those horrible creatures live. There essence reeks of sulfur and death all through our beautiful forest!” Mae growled.
“Do you think you could take me there?” Ryan’s confidence was growing now that he knew they had a common enemy.
“Sure.” They said in unison. They both then let out high pitch whistles and moments later two beautiful mares charged from the woods. They reminded Ryan of Mika’s horse with there light boned figures. They moved with such fierce grace it was amazing to see they were no more than ponies standing barely at Ty’s shoulder. Though there most amazing feature by far was there color. The one who trotted up to Mae was bright crimson red, but appeared slightly blood colored in the dim lighting. Rae’s steed was the deep dark purple of the night just before black.
Rae and Mae mounted effortlessly they had no tack and sat bareback clutching there mounts manes. They looked at Ryan expectantly. He clambered on to Ty feeling terribly clumsy in comparison. Before he even had his reins in hand they had taken off into the woods there mounts moving effortlessly over the hazardous landscape. Ryan and Ty struggled, but managed to keep up.
The ride passed in a blur before Ryan realized it they had pulled up in another small clearing. The two Fae signaled for him to dismount, he tied Ty to a nearby bush so he could still graze and followed them. Mae put a finger to her lip to tell him to be quiet and moved forward cautiously. Rae pulled aside some branches so he could peer through revealing the chapel.
It was not quite as intricately decorated as the one in the town, and lacking the great pillars and spires. Actually it appeared nothing more than a low lying shingled building with the exception of its great steel reinforced doors and stained glass windows depicting scenes of chaos and death.
“How do we get in?” Ryan questioned seeing the doors.
“Hey, it’s your brother in there, you gotta find they way in.” Mae put bluntly. Ryan studied the building closely thinking hard about anyway to get past the defenses.
“I’ve got an idea, but I really hope you can shoot as well as I think you can.” He turned to Mae with a wink.
Ryan stood in front of the chapel his sword hidden by a clever spell Rae knew. He sighed and looked up. I’m coming for you Mika, we’ll make it home I promise! He steadied himself and called out.
“Hey, demented excuses for wizards, you’ve got something I want!” It was barely a moment when the first two Priests stormed out. Huge hulking creatures they glared at him with menace in there red eyes. The one on the right started forward pulling out a short, but deadly curved black sword from it sheath and smiling wickedly. Just as he raised it to strike he froze, a raven feathered arrow protruding from his chest. The other Priest barely had time to look toward the trees when an identical one sprouted from his forehead.
Ryan dodged to the side as more Priest guards stormed through the entrance quickly shot by arrows or a few hit by what appeared to be bolts of energy (killing spells he later realized). Smiling seeing Mae and Rae had things well in hand he dodged around the few remaining Priests and into the foreboding building.
It was slightly dank in the dark foyer. He had to descend a short flight of stairs in front of the doors and found himself partially underground. When he looked around he couldn’t see anyone and figured they majority of the Priests must be out fighting (and probably being killed by)Rae and Mae. Ryan moved cautiously forward finding Mika was the only thing he could think about.
Mika was terrified. They had blindfolded, gaged, and bound his wrists when they first brought him to the chapel. When the blindfold was finally removed he found himself in a washroom with a bath filled with strange white petals standing at the center. A young Priest pulled off his clothes and pushed him roughly into the tub. Mika was far too scared to consider fighting back as the young Priest scrubbed him raw with soap and washed his dirty ebony hair. The young Priest then pulled him out and dried him with a soft towel before rubbing a strange oil over his irritated skin making it unnaturally smooth. After he redressed Mika in a pure white tunic and leggings before brushing out his hair and pulling him into another empty room and leaving him. The whole process the Priest did in complete silence and with an air of indifference that suggested he had done it before.
Mika sat there for what felt like forever just waiting. At one point when he was being taken here he had caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror and was shocked by how perfect and innocent he looked( he later figured that was probably to appease the Great Ones taste for the pureness of the boys he took). The only thing they’d let him keep was his locket. He clutched it in his hand his only comfort the knowledge that his family would no longer suffer at the hands of the Priests. It seemed hours before the same Priest came in with a plate of food and a small cup of water. Mika hadn’t realized how starving he was till he saw the small hunks of bread and cheese. He ate both greedily before gulping down all the water. The Priest then grabbed his arm again and pulled him from the room.
The Priest took him to what appeared to be the chapel center. Lines of pews led to a large obsidian alter surrounded by unlit black candles. The Priest led Mika to one of the front pews, pushed him down, and tied him to the arm rest before waking off. Mika studied the alter and found to his horror it was covered in dark red stains.
He turned suddenly when he heard a commotion from behind him. The doors burst open as the Priest that had been supervising him earlier fell through a gaping sword wound in his chest. Over his fallen body stood Ryan bloody and with massive bags under his haunted eyes, but it was his Ryan none the less.
Jumping up as much as he could being tied up he felt a pair of large hands grab him from behind. A knife cut the ropes and he heard the harsh breathing of a Priest in his ear. Ryan froze starring at the Priest currently holding a wicked looking knife to Mika’s exposed throat.
“Put the sword down boy!” The Priest spat.
“Okay... okay just don’t hurt him.” Ryan slowly lowered the sword speaking calmly as to not upset the delicate balance of the situation.
“Ryan!” Mika’s voice sounded terrified as he gazed at his brother longingly. Ryan took a moment to take in his baby brothers appearance. He was dressed in all white and his pale skin had a strange glow to it. His hair was washed and brushed and all Ryan could think was how terribly innocent and perfect his little brother looked.
“Good... now I highly suggest you leave unless you want to see your brother meet an early demise!” The Priest smirked. He lifted one of his large clawed hands and stroked Mika’s silky hair.
“He is strong the Great One will get a good meal from this one.” The Priest smiled.
“You and your little boy eating god can suck it you’re not getting my brother!” Ryan was losing it seeing the Priest touching his brother. Nothing so good and pure as Mika should ever have to go through all of this.
“What are you going to do about it boy?” The Priest spat as Ryan noticed someone approaching slowly from behind. He noticed a flash of gold before the Priest froze. Blood tricked out of the corner of his mouth as knife appeared out of his upper chest. Mika pulled away just as the Priests body collapsed to the floor. Mae stood behind him her hunting dagger in hand.
Ryan ran to Mika pulling him into his arms. Mika was crying as his brother pulled him into a tight embrace. No boy had ever come back after being taken as a sacrifice for the Priest Great One before, he had been so sure he was going to die.
“Hey, baby brother you know I always save my damsel in distress.” Ryan chuckled quietly trying to calm the distressed boy in his arms.
“Hey, I’m not a girl!”
“Could have fooled me!” Ryan smiled down at his brother.
“I’m do happy to see you Ry!”
“Yeah, I’m happy to see you too little brother!”
“Ummm, hate to break up the happy reunion, but we gotta get out of here!” Mae spoke up suddenly. “Me and Rae will finish off any left you two go home.
Ryan turned to her, “thank you so much for helping I know you didn’t have to.”
“Aw, and pass up the chance to get pay back on these S.O.Bs no way we were missing it!” Mae smiled. “Now go on home and don’t some back!” She slapped Ryan playfully on the back ushering him out of the room.
Ryan and Mika had been ridding for a few hours before they reached home. They were ridding double and at a much less breakneck pace then when Ryan had gone charging in to the forest. After saying there thanks and goodbyes Rae had used a spell to light up the forest floor showing them the path home.
The small farm house they called home had been half burnt off. Ryan could just spot his father working to remove some of the debris. His mother was sitting by a small fire out side cooking in a small blackened pot.
Ryan urged Ty into a trot suddenly anxious to be reunited with his family. As they approached his father turned to look at first he looked curious then shocked.
“Ryan? Mika?”
“Father!” Mika cried out jumping down from Ty and running to his father. There father scooped up the boy crying out happily.
“Thank the gods I never thought I’d see you again!” By know there mother had noticed and run over all three embraced joyously. Ryan approach cautiously not wanting to ruin the moment.
“So... I guess you don’t have to punish me for running off.” Ryan ventured with a conman smile.
“Oh, you’re still in a ton of trouble... just not right now!” His father pulled him in to the hug with the rest of his family. Ryan couldn’t think off a time when he was more happy.
The woods sounded with distant giggles and the small family went to fix there life. Finally the villagers and people of the woods were free of the Priests curse.
And that my friends is my tale for the night.
“Oh Grandpa Mika won’t you tell us just one more time?” The small children on the floor begged.
“ Alright.. Dear friends I must warn you before you begin that this is the story of two brothers...”