The town clock tower struck midnight as the last storefront closed on the desolate winter streets. This wasn't where he wanted to be. He had always fancied himself a daring hero who prevailed in the end to claim his prize and win the heart of the damsel no longer in distress due to his heroic efforts. Who could have foretold that the one in distress would be him? Rushing into situations blindly had always been a fault of his. However, as he awoke to sharp pains in his wrists, he quickly began to regret not thinking his actions through.
"Ah, I see you have decided to grace us with you much despised presence."
That smirk voice filled with hatred, he had known it for years.
" Johnathan? "
"So you still remember me? I'm surprised at you " Johnathan stood in a far away corner of the room, his body shrowded by shadows, only his face could be seen in the light eminating from the window further up the barren walls.
"How could I forget when I see your face everywhere I go." The metallic taste of blood now filled Tristan's mouth.
"Oh no brother, my face is much more attractive. We may be twins, but I dare say I inherited all the looks...and well now it would seem I have the brains as well."
Tristan couldn't see it, but he could feel Johnathan crook his mouth into a twisted smirk as he watched from the shadows. He tried standing, but soon found that his feet were bound by very short chains, they rattled as he fell face forward to the ground. Blood. Blood and sweat was all he could smell. The only thought that ran through Tristan's mind was how many man met their fates in this opaque and miserable dungeon and if he too would share the same fate.
"You know, it was very foolish of you to loose your head over a girl, especially that silly little thing." Andrea.
"What have you done with her!" Tristan knew he was playing right into his brother's hand, but he could not control the surge of anger that flowed through his body. Women were man's greatest weakness, his demise, and he had fallen in love despite all of this knowledge.
"Oh, the girl?" Johnathan emerged from the shadows and stepped into the stream of light pouring from the single window. His hair was much shorter than Tristan's, Johnathan had always made a point to be different, to stand a part from his twin brother. "Oh dear brother, she's not to far, just look out the window." Johnathan strode over and lifted Tristan to his knees, as he lifted his eyes to the high window everything seemed to drain away from his body. Everything faded away, the blood dripping from his mouth, the pain in his rib cage, the sound of carriages and horses traveling by. The only thing that existed was Andrea... her head on a high pike just outside the window.
" Johnathan? "
"So you still remember me? I'm surprised at you " Johnathan stood in a far away corner of the room, his body shrowded by shadows, only his face could be seen in the light eminating from the window further up the barren walls.
"How could I forget when I see your face everywhere I go." The metallic taste of blood now filled Tristan's mouth.
"Oh no brother, my face is much more attractive. We may be twins, but I dare say I inherited all the looks...and well now it would seem I have the brains as well."
Tristan couldn't see it, but he could feel Johnathan crook his mouth into a twisted smirk as he watched from the shadows. He tried standing, but soon found that his feet were bound by very short chains, they rattled as he fell face forward to the ground. Blood. Blood and sweat was all he could smell. The only thought that ran through Tristan's mind was how many man met their fates in this opaque and miserable dungeon and if he too would share the same fate.
"You know, it was very foolish of you to loose your head over a girl, especially that silly little thing." Andrea.
"What have you done with her!" Tristan knew he was playing right into his brother's hand, but he could not control the surge of anger that flowed through his body. Women were man's greatest weakness, his demise, and he had fallen in love despite all of this knowledge.
"Oh, the girl?" Johnathan emerged from the shadows and stepped into the stream of light pouring from the single window. His hair was much shorter than Tristan's, Johnathan had always made a point to be different, to stand a part from his twin brother. "Oh dear brother, she's not to far, just look out the window." Johnathan strode over and lifted Tristan to his knees, as he lifted his eyes to the high window everything seemed to drain away from his body. Everything faded away, the blood dripping from his mouth, the pain in his rib cage, the sound of carriages and horses traveling by. The only thing that existed was Andrea... her head on a high pike just outside the window.
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