The Two Swordsmen

[Geo]

The two swordsmen stand facing each other, death dances in their eyes. The elder warrior moves first. The swordsmen pocess such speed; they are hardly seen. The blades clash together with a loud crack. Sparks fly off of the blades as they collide. The two stand blade to blade staring into the others eyes, their cloaks billowing in the wind.
Lightning flashes and the two swordsmen are gone. The dead silence chokes the air. Suddenly, a loud crash is heard echoing on the wind. The swordsmen now stood on the roof of a rundown house in the middle of the deserted, crumbling town.
The warriors are now going at each other in full force. Both wield a mastery of the sword. Sparks fly every time the blades collide with each other. Each spark a raging inferno against the dark doomsday clouds. Lighting flashes agian.
The two swordsmen each stand resting. Both of them drenched in the others blood, their cloaks torn to shreds now. Each shred billows in the hard wind. Lightning flashes again briefly showing the intent to kill in both warriors eyes. The two are breathing hard, giving themselves a moment to recooperate. The younger then speaks, "It's time to die... brother."

[Geo]

Lightning flashed as he kneeled on one knee breathing heavily, and sweat poured off his face. He thought back to a battle that took place many years ago.

A scream broke the cool evening air; he heard it from the garden. It had come from his house. He took off running, and within a few minutes he burst through the doors to his father's study. He came to a sudden halt; on the floor in front of him lie the body of his father. Blood surrounded the now lifeless body of his father and the once beautiful study was now drenched with the crimson blood of his father.

He stood in horror trying to comprehend what had just happened. That's when he noticed it. It was a steady dripping noise. He couldn't quite place where it was coming from. He quickly rolled forward as the sword of his father's killer came swiftly down. He rose to his feet to stare at his father's killer. The young man stood dumbfounded. His older brother, by only a year, stood before him. The crimson blood of his father dripped steadily off of the shining sword he held in his hand.

Without so much as a wink, the older brother attacked his unarmed sibling. The younger only able to dodge his brother's deadly blows, while he frantically searched for a weapon of his own. The younger brother continued to dodge blow after blow from his brother. Then a glimmer caught his eye. He quickly glanced in that direction, and there sat the blade of his ancestors. The blade was overly large, and it seemed to be more of just a giant slap of metal than a sword. It glimmered with the orange, yellow, and red of the setting sun, and this light seemed to give the blade an aura of mysterious power.

He knew that it would be damn near impossible for him to lift this huge sword. He had to do something though, because he could dodge his brother’s blows much longer. His brother’s blade came straight for his blade, he barely dodged it. He could hear the tip whistling through the air, thirsting for his blood too. As he dodged the attack he lunged for his only hope!

He grabbed the grip of the huge blade, but he couldn’t lift it. He tried with all his might, but it wouldn’t budge. His brother stood back and watched his pitiful attempts to move the huge slab of metal. A look of psychotic evil was on his face. The older brother then ran his younger sibling and hit him on the head with the flat of his sword. He then began to laugh and evil laugh. His laugh, an evil laugh, was the kind of laugh that chokes your very soul with fear.

The younger sibling fell to the ground stunned by the blow. He mind swam through the pain and the shock that his elder brother had betrayed him and his family. He wished it would all just end. He was comfortable now, a warm feeling settled over his body. He suddenly sat up and opened his eyes. He put his hand on his face. As he drew it away he could see crimson. It was blood, the blood of his father. He quickly whipped his head around to see the once brilliant eyes now soulless and empty. Something snapped within him at that moment.

A white fury flooded throughout his entire body. He was strengthened and revitalized. The laugh of his brother echoed throughout the entire room. He quickly rose to his feet and once again grabbed his only hope. As soon as he grabbed the blade his brother ran at him to make the final killing blow. The younger sibling lifted the blade off the ground, and his brother screeched to a sudden halt.

The sibling’s blades both came whistling through the air. The blades collided and all time seemed to stop. The brother’s stared deeply into one another’s eyes. Suddenly the young man’s blade seemed to take on a light glow and his brother’s sword shattered. The young man’s blade was deflected away by the collision. Time seemed to return to normal. A shriek of pain cut through the night air. The younger brother looked to see a shard of his brother’s blade lodged in his brother’s eye! Blood poured out of the wound. The older sibling glared at his younger counterpart. “I will finish what I started!” The elder brother then quickly ran out of the palace. The young man then fell to the floor exhausted.

The blade that saved his life that night so long ago was the same blade that he wields this day against his brother. The blade has been slightly modified over the years it was now longer and wider. Along with these it became heavier as well. Of course the young man was no longer very young, he had come into his own.

The siblings kneeled across the clearing from each other. Both brothers breathing heavily and taking the quick opportunity for a short rest. Rain slowly began to fall. The younger then speaks, "It's time to die... brother." Rain poured down on them both now. The elder brother looked at his younger sibling through his one eye. “Yes Shawne, It’s time for me to finish this!”