Teen Ink

Summary: A dark figure moves silently across freshly mowed grass. It stretches a long hand out and grabs a tomato.
A count sits on a throne drinking a thick, red liquid.
“Egor!”
A horse, decisive, bracing voice echoed through a long, wide antechamber.

Montipithery sees fire in Alfred’s eyes. He has no trust for his brother, none at all.
“Fetch some sandwiches for me wont you? I’m dreadfully hungry”
Alfred snapped,
“Yeth o’brother.”
Carlos replied weakly.
Brothers fight, brothers miss each other. Sons hate fathers; a son disagrees with a father.
In a life or death situation, who will live, the good guy or the bad one? Oh, the other question is who is the good guy?