The kingdom of Lapaz had birthed in the midst of agony, cruelty, and torture. It had taken years to stitch a sheet of calm on the vast territory of the subcontinent that featured a variety of landscape. The topography ranged from blue rivers to arid deserts, sharp mountains to fertile lands. But during the years of war and grieving, the blue rivers ran red and the deserts spit spies and betrayers. The mountains served as fortresses and deep in its bellies, children and women hid.
It was only after the Uzaain dynasty, that peace and calm flourished. It was partially the wide lands that made it difficult to weave calm and control over the kingdom of Lapaz. Other than that, the dumb wits of the previous dynasties could not filter foes from friends and could not crush rebellion and mutinies.
After almost a century of wellbeing, an uneasy prediction by the foretellers of the kingdom laced tension in the year. It spoke volumes of deception in the blue blood line and its narrated foresaw red. The foretellers saw dreams that shaped around the fall of the empire and a return of chaos.
For so long, the High King of the Uzaain dynasty who had given his heart and soul for the progress of the Lapaz dynasty religiously believed in these foretellers, two ancient brothers who had withstood the test of time. They saw dreams under the starry nights and unveiled them in time to the king. It seemed that the two foretellers were immortal, narrating the future as revealed to them, somewhere from the high above.
But immortality was just a myth. And just as any other myth, this one had an expiry too because just as they revealed this prediction to the High King, the king hanged them to death himself. Although, not a cruel or power-thirsty king, the High King always snuffed a threat before it poked its nasty head, which painted him in shades of vicious in the eyes of some.
The High King had little life left in him and every day stole his breaths, one after the other. But he had full faith in his sons, the two twin boys that he had trained and groomed, ready to be the future of the kingdom Lapaz and the forbearer of his dynasty. It was the king’s wish that both his sons, one in charge and the other by his side, continued his family’s name under the banner of the large Kingdom.
The twin brothers were each other’s soul. They were the breath to each other’s spirit, with one being incomplete without the other. If Prince Carlos had the wits to attack and separate supporters from rebels, then Prince Gabriel had the strategy to flesh his brother’s proposition.
Likewise, if Prince Carlos had the temper to burn the enemies, then Prince Gabriel had the calm to contain that fire so that it hit only the targeted marks. Though they were separate beings, it was incomprehensible to think of one without the other. And it was because of these brothers that the High King couldn’t foresee the crude fall of his kingdom.
