Siblings

The wind blew through her blackened free flowing hair. The mountain air so fresh, so clean. The images of the battle that just ended went through her mind. A smile creased her stern heartbroken face. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she began to hum the song her mother once hummed to her. She sheathed her blood stained sword and picked up her dagger from the dirt. She walked down towards the valley still humming. She almost danced down the mountain, the thrill of the battle continued to flare in her heart. She had finally done it. She killed him. She prevailed over her brother. Her long despised enemy now lay dead atop the mountain where they were born. Upon reaching the valley she untied her waiting war dog and mounted herself in the saddle. She then rode off with the same twisted smile as before.