The Betrayal

The scarcity of the desert consumed me.The dry air brushed against my arm. I rose from my tomb slowly. All of these memories began to flood my brain like a tsunami. Memories that were buried deep in my soul. The haunting thoughts sent shutters down my spine as I walked to the castle. My father was Lord Uther of Lilop. My father has a very grand fortune. He owned everything from cars to cattle. I was to inherit the fortune when he died, since I was the first-born son. My brother Arthur was always jealous of me. He envied my every move. My father treated me well and didn’t pay much attention to Arthur. I had certain privileges my brother didn’t, but he took it to heart. My father fell very ill. His health was depleting day by day. When my father died Arthur became distant. While I was at my dead father’s bedside he stabbed me in the back. “ Why brother?,” I asked as my breath shortened. “ I want simply, your fortune”, he said menacingly. I fell to the ground while blood was gushing from my side. I felt like I was being emptied. My eyes began to open and close slowly. I knew these were my final moments. I open my eyes one last time to see my brother standing over top of me with a smile on his face. Then I fell into a dark eternal sleep. I reach the doorstep, as I open the door I am met with an endless hallway. Doors creak open as I tiptoe daintily. Then I see Arthur from a distance. I walk vicariously through the halls. The thought of being discrete leaves my mind, as my thoughts now focus on revenge. The revenge I seek is overwhelming. My mind wanders to dark places as I lunge towards him. The sight of him disgusts me, but also motivates me. I am getting closer and closer then I see him clearly. I gaze at his golden locks of hair droop over his forehead. I purse my lips hoping a sound would emit. “Hello brother”, I whisper slowly in his ear. He jumped up to be met with the sight of his reincarnated brother. He looks into my eyes intently remembering the painful death he bestowed upon me. As he stares in my eyes a piece of rotten skin falls on his face. I look away caught off guard from this faint piney smell meticulously making its way in my lungs. I can hear his heartbeat. The rapid beating of a drum with red running through its sticks. He’s growing as white as snow with sweat dripping from his brow. “ Brother, I’m sorry,” `his breath shortens. I grabbed a torch from the wall and dropped it on the ground. The fir quickly spreads first to the curtains, then the bed, and made its way to the door. I watched “I hope it was worth it, brother”. I whispered as I faded away having my soul satisfied. #betray #gothic #revenge