• As they watch the fire burn and stave away what was left of there childhood home,the house that they trembled in as there mother slept away from them. Further and further. The older brother stands beside the younger brother watching the flames. Hes eyes grew dark,soft,and hard to read. Eyes that made hes light and perfect face duel. Hes usual bright golden eyes then blackened with thoughts of a unspeakable past. They held back tears.

    The older brother walks away as the rain washes away the ash of the home,leaving footprints in the muddy soil with hes heavy black strapped boots . Hes brother slowly clanking behind him for he was nothing but a pile of metal scraps in a form of thick armor. Hollow and yet still alive.

    They walked away from there home for good.