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A soft orange glow came in the dim of night, the only color he could see. A sheet of flames now covers the camp, and smoke rises shrouding the sky in a blanket of gray.
Screaming is all the old man can hear as he stands in the middle of it all. Sadness engraved his pale and still face, it was clear that he was trying to hold back the seething torrent of tears.
He had opened the door for chaos to flood into his only refuge. It was painful, he dropped to the ground conquered by his guilt, digging his face into his dirtied palms crying in agony.
He knew. He knew that they would come. But his loneliness devoured him, it dragged him to the settlement like the waves crashing onto the shore. It was his fault and no else's.
There came a whisper in his left ear. A voice all too familiar. The First Brother is with him now, he felt a sharp ache on his right shoulder as it overlooks him.
The First let out it's laughter as it torments the old man, burning him with an illness. "Another foolish act?" it said while gazing at the old man.
"N-not foolish… But selfish"
"Caught up with greed again?" the First lifted an eyebrow "Fool"
The First released him, having enough of hearing his crying. The old man landed on the ground on all fours, his trophies strewn and scattered as he attempts to crawl away to safety.
The First recalled the moment where it all happened, where fate was veiled by a game of cards. The old man back then was young and daring but now, time has rot him into the pathetic person he is.
A challece laid empty on the cold ground, the burning fire giving it an all too noticeable glow. The First reached for it and to his surprise. It was empty. The First Brother laughed once more, his eyes turned to meet the Old Man trying to flee from the camp.
Before the old man knew it, a figure stands in his path, halting him with his large and heavy appearance. The Second is with him now.
"Leaving so soon?"
"I have nothing left to offer you!"
"We don't want what you have to offer" the Second avowed "We want what you don't offer"
The old man looked around, the smouldering fire was still eating away the refuge. He took out the Second's trophy and presented it to him. The Second simply chuckled and shook his head in denial.
Suddenly there was creaking and cracking of wood and all of the buildings came crashing down, ending the night into the quiet sound of the crackling of fire.
The old man was lost for words as he was mixed between rage and great remorse. He stood up, trying to meet the height of the Second but he was no match.
"Where's the Third?" the old man said in great sadness.
The Second remained silent and he slowly fade into the dark of dusk, leaving the old man to his own devices. The old man shed his last tear and left.
