Let me tell you a story, a story about two legendary chums. One was red the color of blood, the other, black as charcoal. One was a teacher and the other, his apprentice.
They shared the world, and the world was everything to them; except for one simple thing. They could never share. Not in the beginning, not in the present, and this, too, was going to be the case in the foreseeing future.
But these two siblings would do anything for each other; in the end, that is what brothers do.
But with every great ruling, there must also come a great falling, for every King falls down now and then. And fall, the Red King did.
But the Black King followed.
However, time would heal wounds, and even the deepest scars would suture, but only if they saw each other at the same level, something we already established would never occur.
So there came the Red King, leading point, and the Black King took the fall; some say history is doomed to repeat itself, but others, believe only if it is not acknowledged--if it's ignored.
You see, what happened here was that the Black King still fought to prove himself to the Red King--no matter how hard the lesson, no matter how long it would take, he would prove himself up to his Teacher.
The problem here was, the Black King would always most certainly fall, and fall, and fall once more.
He held something very dear in himself--something he did not share with many, only with those close, and those who knew him well. This, the Red King was certain--and the Red King being as he is, would never let the Black King win until he proved him that he could never be like him--until he gave that part of himself away.
But the Black King would never do that.
He would never sacrifice that part of himself--even for victory.
So the Black King fell again, and again...
But what he missed, as the Red King had also missed previously, is that in War, there are casualties...
...and sometimes, you hurt those closest.
But Little Sister loved both too much to let them destroy each other; so she would take the pain, she would take it for both of them. Even if it meant to be locked up in the Chambers with them forever until they saw each other eye to eye.
They shared the world, and the world was everything to them; except for one simple thing. They could never share. Not in the beginning, not in the present, and this, too, was going to be the case in the foreseeing future.
But these two siblings would do anything for each other; in the end, that is what brothers do.
But with every great ruling, there must also come a great falling, for every King falls down now and then. And fall, the Red King did.
But the Black King followed.
However, time would heal wounds, and even the deepest scars would suture, but only if they saw each other at the same level, something we already established would never occur.
So there came the Red King, leading point, and the Black King took the fall; some say history is doomed to repeat itself, but others, believe only if it is not acknowledged--if it's ignored.
You see, what happened here was that the Black King still fought to prove himself to the Red King--no matter how hard the lesson, no matter how long it would take, he would prove himself up to his Teacher.
The problem here was, the Black King would always most certainly fall, and fall, and fall once more.
He held something very dear in himself--something he did not share with many, only with those close, and those who knew him well. This, the Red King was certain--and the Red King being as he is, would never let the Black King win until he proved him that he could never be like him--until he gave that part of himself away.
But the Black King would never do that.
He would never sacrifice that part of himself--even for victory.
So the Black King fell again, and again...
But what he missed, as the Red King had also missed previously, is that in War, there are casualties...
...and sometimes, you hurt those closest.
But Little Sister loved both too much to let them destroy each other; so she would take the pain, she would take it for both of them. Even if it meant to be locked up in the Chambers with them forever until they saw each other eye to eye.
"Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it."
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