I am sorry.

It has been years my brother, my twin, and every waking day I regret picking up that rock. Despite the many years, I still remember the details of what happened. You tricked me, I did not know that father distasted vegetables, and that he loved a good piece of mutton. I was the gardener, and you were the shephard. However, I feel I was wrong to blame you. You had no idea that father would freak over my lowly vegetable soup. While you laughed at the beginning,with your finely seasoned mutton, I now remember that it stopped the instant he poured the pot of soup, still hot, all over the top of my head. It was so hot that it left a mark that I, and everyone else, can still see to this day.

The soup ruined my best shirt, the shirt made from the skin of a certain snake that mom skinned. She made our shirts and a nice rope from that hide. I killed you the same way that mom killed the snake. Rock to the head. Except, she did it after sneaking up from behind and I did it in a moment of angry. A terrible moment She taught me how to do it, that was something that made her feel all the more worse. I was already kicked out by the time of your funeral, but I could still hear mom's cries valleys away. Those cries still haunt my dreams to this day. Mother passed away shortly afterwards. However, I only found that out after Seth found me in the mountain woods near the asgardian halls. He had been looking for years, at least 13. All those years, I was being searched for, unaware of my searcher's exsistence.

He told me what he knew, which was only a little since occurred when he was an infent. He was only three or four months old, he was not sure which, when she hung herself from the tree with the rope. Uriel found her the next morning when she was doing her rounds. She had no idea how mom was able to slip past her, and she regrets this lapse because she might have been able to stop her. Two days later, mom was buried under the tree. Years later, when father died, he was burned and the ashes were strown across his sea. Father had already been died for many years before Seth went searching for me.

That knowledge was the main reason he wanted to find me, to let me know happend, but he also wanted to know about you. He wanted to know what you were like, and I told him. I told him everything, I had the time, he was with me for four years.

I told him about the times when we jumped from tree to tree in that wet jungle that father could not name. We called it greeny cliffs. I told him of when we raced against Faunus in his fields, Faunus on hoof while we were on horse. I told him about how we got stung by bees when we were looking for honeycomb. And yes, I told him about that fateful day. After that, he shortly left. I attended his funeral years later.

I am sorry brother, I wish I was the one who died that day instead. Everyday I think about it.

-Cain