{"id":455,"date":"2011-03-04T07:43:37","date_gmt":"2011-03-04T12:43:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thefourpartland.com\/blog\/?p=455"},"modified":"2011-03-04T21:29:46","modified_gmt":"2011-03-05T02:29:46","slug":"two-brothers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/thefourpartland.com\/blog\/?p=455","title":{"rendered":"Two Brothers"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\tThiasa waved his hand at the thousand campfires that sparkled in the night. \u201cPerhaps none have seen their end more clearly.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\tTheoso, his brother, grunted as he stirred the last of the meat into the stew. \u201cWe will be the last of our tribe to walk through the gates into Valhalla. Behind us, they will close the gates, and our people will be forgotten on this earth.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\tThiasa grinned. \u201cThey have taken our women, our children, our homes and our friends, but I do not think they will take our memories.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\t\u201cYou have a plan for that, do you?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\t\u201cWe are the last two. We will challenge their army to combat while it rouses itself tomorrow morning.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\t\u201cYou have courage little brother. Tomorrow will be a good day.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\t\u201cSleep well, big brother. Tomorrow we make the world remember our tribe.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\tThe sun rose crimson over the two brothers as they strode to meet their final hour. 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