"It doesn't matter how far apart we are, what time it is, or how long we've gone without speaking. I am always here for you. I don't care what the circumstances are. I'm only ever one call away, text me. I've got you and I'm always here for you. please don't ever forget that."

I read his writing over and over. to the point where the paper was wrinkled and warped and covered in tears. This was the last piece of him I had left, he was gone. Grasping at straws, as I read the note one last time, I realized something. This was a written goodbye right before he died, that couldn't be a coincidence.

Had he known?? Had it been planned??

My head, analyzing every possibility, I poured my life into finding out what could have happened to my brother. Only the truth was better left unspoken. The secrets were better left buried.

I ran through the woods as fast as I could. I could feel them running behind me, the ground thumping with their heavy footsteps. Darting between trees, as arrows and magic slammed into the forest all around me.

Was this how I died?

My legs couldn't run any farther no matter how hard I pushed and begged and pleaded. It was time to accept my fate. With what little time I had left, I grabbed the knife strapped to my thigh, and carved "one call away" onto the tree.

The screeching, the explosions, the arrows and the men, finally surrounded me. This was it. My curiosity had put me in this situation. But the only though in my head as I looked death in the eyes, was...

"See you soon, Brother," I whispered as the arrow pierced my heart.