Literature
Alone
From the start, I was alone. I was not strong and beautiful like them and my hair did not shine golden in the sun. I stood out awkwardly in the perfect and picturesque scenery of my home. They teased, mocked and laughed, but I had my brother to keep me company. Father always favoured him over me, but still we played by the shimmering ponds of the palace, fought side by side in the wastelands of enemy realms, and we smiled together, as equals, so I did not mind the others and what they thought.
Time flowed along like a rapid river that cannot be dammed, years past, and now even my beloved brother had left me. The mocking grew worst as he join