2. Que Sera, Sera
My brother smiles at me.
"What can it be that we cannot face?"
I shake my head.
"There are more things in this world than are dreamt of in your philosophy, Pallando."
Still he smiles, eyes a-twinkle even in the noisome shadows thrown by the spires of the temple.
"If we are to die here, than so be it- at least we shall not die alone."
I shake my head again, but say nothing.
Always it has been so- he the sparkling sea of the sunrise and I the sombre sea of the sunset, different sides of the same coin- but I would not be without him.
Could not be without him.
A murmured incantation and the end of his staff springs to brilliant, blazing light.
"To die shall be the last great adventure, shall it not, Alatar?"
I shake my head a third time and draw my sword, a rueful smile upon my lips.
"That it shall."
The die is cast; we enter the temple.
What shall be, shall be.
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