Literature
His Eyes
“Brother…” Tearful, begging brown eyes looked up at him, “Brother, please make the pain go away.”
His brother’s broken bow and an empty quiver lay next to his feet. The mid-Autumn waning crescent moon’s light reflected off of the waters of the lake. A cool breeze gently blew.
He cradled his beloved younger brother in his arms as he cooed gently, “Hush… It will be all right. I am here with you. Nothing will happen. ”
The prince did his best to remain calm for the sake of his dying brother, for he knew that even now, the younger still looked to him for strength. He cannot allow