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Zane's POV:
"I'm sorry Garroth, but I'm going to have to kill you now." My lips curved into a wicked smile.

I could imagine Garroth's blood splattered on the walls like a work of art.

Father would walk in and he would smile. He wouldn't smile genuinely, because he never does, but he will smile. He won't love me, but he might be proud. That would be enough. Maybe, just maybe, there wouldn't be another hole in the wall for the servants to repair for a week, tops.

"Then do it. Kill me," Garroth said through his gritted teeth.

Garroth was testing me.

I swung my sword from my sheath. Garroth reached for his sword as well, but he stopped himself. I thought that he was just hesitating, but in reality, he just wasn't going to fight.

"I'm not gonna fight you," he said.

"This is why you can't become king you fool," I whispered. With my blade in my right hand, I gripped onto Garroth by the neck of his shirt with my left, and held him close to me, with my sword up against his throat. "Where were you all of these years? I want to know before I kill you, so I can burn down everywhere that you stayed," I whispered.

"It doesn't matter. You're already gonna burn it down," Garroth solemnly said. A few quick tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Phoenix Drop," I said. I smiled wickedly. "Thank you. I'm gonna kill you now." I pressed the blade closer.

Wait, I can't do this for some reason. Something is telling me that I won't be able to kill him.

I couldn't press the blade any farther.

Then, I saw a very small cut appear on Garroth's neck. A thin stream dripped down his neck and Garroth gulped in pain. I couldn't go any farther though. I couldn't kill him. I could only give him a minor cut.

My chest burned and a dull pain was in my heart. My throat burned and throbbed as hot tears threatened to fall.

I can't do this. What is this feeling and why can't I kill Garroth?

Suddenly, Garroth ripped his sword from his sheath upwards. It caught me off guard, and he was clearly a better swordsman, so he easily swung his sword around, knocking my sword that was against his neck out of my hands and onto the floor.

"I won't fight you if you want to fight and kill me, but I will fight you if you intend on fighting and killing my friends," Garroth said, backing me up against a wall. His sword was to my throat, and I was knew that I was a goner. "You were taking too long to kill me. It seems like you actually have emotions."

"Ha! Like I would ever love my cowardly and emotional brother! You were wrong about me loving you."

"I guess that isn't the only thing that I was wrong about. You really are a cold-blooded monster with no emotions."

"Then kill me! Do it!" I commanded through my gritted teeth. I stared into his blue eyes, which still looked at me like I was more than this.

Garroth pressed the sword closer to my throat, and he to could not kill me.

"Kill me, Garroth," I whispered. "Please." I was almost begging him to kill me now. At least it would end the pain.

Garroth, being the empathetic-and-clever-bast**d-who-understands human-emotions-too-well that he is, saw this, and he took note to it. He saw my eyes, wide and filled with anticipation, but he knew that it wasn't of fear, but of excitement and longing. He saw my pain, and in that moment, I knew that Garroth understood me more than I understand myself. Garroth knew how I became a monster, and why I refused to become a human again.

Garroth, however, was also my brother. Garroth always considered me as a brother. He treated me like a brother. Garroth loved me, and I don't think that he would be able to put me out of my misery. He was too hopeful. He too strongly believed in a good future for me.

Doesn't he see, that this is what the rest of my life will be like? Doesn't he see that I'm trapped in this cage and I can't escape? My life ended long ago. Now I'm just a living robot of flesh. I'm just a puppet, like he said. Puppets can't work without their puppeteers, their owners. I can't work without my puppeteer, who is my father, King Garte. I don't know what to do because this is all I have ever known. My life was different from Garroth's. Father didn't like Garroth, and he didn't want him to become king, so he didn't care about him in any shape or form. He didn't care if Garroth died. He would actually want him dead just to get him off of his hands. Then there is me. Zane Ro'meave, the "lucky" one, who was the son that father wanted to be king. Father actually was okay with me. Father knew that he could mold me, that he could scare me into becoming his puppet. Garte knew that I was the right one to be his puppet. Not Garroth. Garroth was too strong and brave to let Garte get away with it. Garroth could be sly and clever like a fox, and that meant that Garroth was too smart to ever fall for father's tricks. Garroth could easily escape father. Garroth was too compassionate, empathetic, caring, and protective; like my mother. Garroth was too human. Garroth wouldn't be able to be forced to kill anyone, and Garroth could never be made into a monster like me when he had emotions and understood them.

It was because of these traits of Garroth, that Garroth kept himself from even giving me a cut identical to the one I gave him. It was because of these traits that I still lived that day.

Garroth may have loved Phoenix Drop, and all of the people in it with all of his heart, but he was not going to kill me.

Garroth loved me way too much.

No one should love a monster.

Garroth slowly lowered his sword and let it fall to his side. He let go of he handle, and I watched the glimmering diamond sword as it crashed onto the floor next to my sword.

"Maybe... one day you will see that we love you, and that you love me, Vylad, and mom. I love you, so much, Zane," Garroth said, repeating what he said earlier. Garroth began to cry, and he looked to the floor. He couldn't look at me. He didn't want to see my wicked smile. He didn't want to see the monster that I was. Not looking up, Garroth whispered, "Please Zane."

Garroth didn't want to see my disgusting wicked smirk that he thought was on my face, but the truth was, that the smile lasted on my face for only a few seconds before it faded and the strange painful feeling from before came back.

My brain was telling me to tell Garroth to get on his knees, to beg me to not burn down Phoenix Drop and kill it's people.

However, there was another voice inside of me, from somewhere else. It was telling me to let my emotions show fully for the first time in years, to let the tears fall, and let myself tell Garroth the truth. How, I didn't know how to love, and a piece inside of me strangely wanted to learn what love was.

This part of me, that wanted to expression my emotions was overwhelming. I couldn't stop it.

"Garroth..." The name came out of my mouth without me even knowing that I was going to say it. I said it in a sincere, solemn voice.

The mood of the room was intense, but now, everything seemed calm and peaceful. It was a feeling that was unfamiliar to me, and my body felt so at rest. I didn't feel so scared. I felt like nothing else mattered except now, and the words I said.
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This is soooo slow paced 😂😂😂. Sorry guys.

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