I am placing my submission on this site because I am making it all up.
The brothers faced each other as they had in their father's practice arenas since they could walk. Tonight they were near a copse of trees. They had trained with numerous masters, a new one every five years just so this day would come. Only, Deepa did not know it. As the younger brother and the true subject of the prophecy he had been lead to believe for all these years that Sanji would become king. With his wife's urging, his father arranged the lessons in various combat styles and weaponry to prepare the both of them to become warrior kings. He refused to favor one son because of a prophecy. All the while, Sanji knew that one day only one son would walk away from a match.
Aldin had been more than a loving step-mother, she had protected their family for years from assassins who would stop this night. Without this sacrifice Alders would remain in another 100 years of madness and not begin 100 years of enlightenment. Their covetous neighbors meant to enslave the people for their magical gifts after ensuring that the brothers could not fulfill the prophecy. Aldin had prepared him for this day and he would be strong.
Their mother, Sylvan, abandoned her sons having no desire see the prophecy to its end. Only she knew the entire prophecy before sharing it with Corel, Aldin's father and Sanji seven years ago. For that Aldin would never forgive her and never be more thankful to her.
Although no one knew how Deepa would come to kill Sanji and thereby claim the legendary throne of the Anders, anger and betrayal had never been considered.
His final words to his brother would be, "Know this brother, I did not do this thing. Kisela is unharmed. You have been mislead. But for what you do next, I will forgive you."
As anger cursed through Deepa, he mistook Sanji's slow ominous tone for arrogance. His sigh of resignation for this fate as boredom. His confession of innocence as lies. And as his rage overtook him, he did could only vaguely recognize that in addition to feelings of anger and betrayal, jealousy about who deserved to be king of the Anders was compelling him to attack his brother.
Today,would be the day that the second son would destroy the elder, become King of the Andres and save that xenophobic culture from the madness their own mysticism had created.
"Where are they? I can only hear Sanji." Kisela asked in hushed tones almost too low for me too hear.
In the distance, I heard Sanji say, "Know this brother, I did not do this thing. You have been mislead. Kisela is unharmed. But for what you do next, I will forgive you." I knew that these would be his final words as he said them with ominous tones.
"They are where they should be." I answered her hoping she would ask no more of me. We peered through the trees to see the brothers facing each other.
"We should you stop this. This is wrong. Sanji did not hurt me. He told him so, but I can see that Deepa does not believe."
If I did not tell her the truth she would ruin this and condemn Andres to another hundred years of madness. Their neighbors would enslave them and use them for their magical gifts after murdering the brothers.
"This is as it should be regardless of how. Deepa must fight his brother and destroy him. This is the sacrifice that will break the curse." Kisela understood curses and she understood sacrifice. We had been trained to serve and guide men and women through prophecy, fate and accident of birth.We could see the outcomes of a thousand different choices as clearly as we could see the petals of a flower.
"You never told me that Sanji would die." Despite her affection for Sanji, Kisela would not interfere. I knew that her anxiety was for me. I had raised the sons since their mother abandoned them after telling our father about the prophecy. Selfish woman had no desire for a family, only to fulfill her role in the prophecy. He had ordered that I protect the family from assassins who feared an enlightenment age for the xenophobic Anders. For my part, I fell in love and married Taru. I comforted the young Sanji after the whore Sylvan told him the truth 7 years ago. I made him strong. I am the reason why he will not run from this night and his brother, even though the betrayal which fuels Deepa's rage against his brother was contrived by an enemy.
"Today, the second son will destroy the elder, become King of the Andres and save them from their own madness. Deepa's anger, feeling of betrayals and, I fear, jealousy over the prophecy will compel him to attack. But I will see to it Sanji does not die."
