Brother

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My twin brother was actually the strongest kid around. Not physically, no, he was as skinny as skinny gets. He was also rather pale, and he had dark circles under his eyes. He didn’t look like an average 14-year-old kid, because he wasn’t.

We’re twins, but he could use magic. Just by uttering a word in his mind, he can manipulate anything he wanted to.

Submitted: June 28, 2017

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When I found him, he was being beaten up again.

“Hey! Stop hurting him!” I yelled, running towards them with a fist balled behind me, ready to unleash a punch.

“Ah! It’s the barbaric gorilla! Run!”

The bullies scattered when I was near enough.

“And you!” I pointed to him, balled on the ground. “Why aren’t you fighting back?!”

“Wha... But there’s no point.”

Half-sighing and half-groaning, I held out a hand for him. “Get up, brother.”

He took it with that goofy smile on his face.

My twin brother was actually the strongest kid around. Not physically, no, he was as skinny as skinny gets. He was also rather pale, and he had dark circles under his eyes. He didn’t look like an average 14-year-old kid, because he wasn’t.

We’re twins, but he could use magic. Just by uttering a word in his mind, he can manipulate anything he wanted to.

We walked home, holding hands.

When we opened the door, our father was at it again.

He was shouting curse words at our poor mother as he kicked her and punched her.

My brother didn’t like using his magic against people, and before either of us knew it, he’d take the hits for our mother. Usually, anyway.

However, today, something snapped in him. Maybe it was the nauseating smell of the blood, or maybe he was just sick of not doing anything to protect our mother.

As our father threw a punch aimed at our mother’s face, my brother quietly uttered beside me, “Burn.”

My eyes widened when it finally processed into my brain. A lump of flesh thudded to the wooden floor, and I slowly looked down...

My father, barely recognizable - or rather, I only figured out it was him because who else could it be - was on the floor, charred.

“B-brother...”

I looked at him, and there was a frightening burning in his eyes. I held him back physically, but like I mentioned, all he needed was to say a single word in his mind.

After treating our mother, I had her rest. I left the house, and my brother was just coming back from burying our father.

“Hey –“ I began, but he interrupted.

“I apologize, sister,” he said.

“What?”

“I... shouldn’t have done that. I was telling you how I didn’t intend on using my magic against people, but I...”

“I... probably would have done the same. Earlier, maybe.”

He looked down.

That was the last time I ever saw my twin brother. He disappeared that night, and I was orphaned after a few years.

 

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“Hey boss?”

“Yeah?” I turned around.

“Time to go.”

I turned back to my companions. They now helped me look for my brother. I paid one of them, a mercenary, but along the way, I met other friends who decided to team up with me to achieve their own goals.

Wherever you are, brother, I will find you.

 

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I looked down at the fiery red hair of my twin sister. Not yet, sister. It’s still too early for us to meet. Spreading my wings, I gave one last glance at her as she ran off to her friends, and I flew away.

 


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