My hand gripped the sharp wooden axe that hasn’t left my right hand. Looking around all I could see was the nation in shambles, our nation, the broken walls of homes and smoldered grass is all I could look at. The scent of burning wood flowed through my nostrils, everything is destroyed..again. 

    “Lonnie!” I arose running to the small blonde boy below me, he was curled under a large gray rock, dark red blood spilling from his leg. 

    “Why would he do this..’ his quiet tired voice spoke to me, I made my way down to him, his hands cradling the ripped fabric of his now stained slacks, Lonnies now open wound. Looking up I saw the long, braided, pink hair of my brother flowing in the ash-burning wind, his hand holding a large flaming torch, probably what he used to burn the people he loved.      

  “I trusted you.” I could hear my now cold voice spit at him. 

Turning to me, as if he was annoyed, Dave looked down on me, as he always did, his eyes had the familiar numbness they always did in them. 

   “You used me from the start. I protected you and you never saw me, you only wanted me for your own benefit.” Daves words pierced me like a bullet, everything I ever did was out of love for him. 

    “Says the one burning our nation. My nation! My unfinished symphony!” The phrase burned in my throat.., or maybe it was just the smoke. 

   “I was willing to fight everyone here for you. Everyone that was against you who had abandoned you, William. They all left you for dead! But guess who still chose them over me?!” 

As I studied my older brother, noticing the pain on his face, all I could see was the people he hurt and me, who he betrayed. Holding Lonnies now cold hand I looked from Lonnie and his now-closed eyes.. to my brother above me his hair covered in black smut as it rode in the wind.

  “You hurt people! I would never do that! These people have lives and feelings!” shouting at him I couldn’t help but make my voice rise. He will never understand what it’s like to have a nation and have it all lost! I did nothing to him, but he couldn’t see that over his golden crown of lies.

  With a piercing look in Daves’s eye, my brother looked defeated, his tall posture seemed to slump into a hunch 

   “I’m a person, William.” was the last words my kin had ever uttered to me again.