Brothers Till the End *Ch.1* Eng

Chapter One: Rain and Dust

In a small town perched on the edge of the desert, where houses were hewn from mud and stone and the wind carried the scent of earth and despair, two boys met for the very first time.

One sat beneath a tattered canopy in front of an empty shop, shielding his head from a sudden downpour. He was thin, with large eyes harboring a sorrow far deeper than his years. He wore a threadbare tunic, and his feet were bare.

The other was sprinting through the street, searching for any dry refuge, but he tripped over a stone and tumbled into a puddle right before the seated boy. He stood up sharply, shaking off the water and mud, then turned to the other.

"What are you staring at?" he snapped.

The seated boy didn't answer. He simply shifted his body, making room under the broken canopy.

The standing boy hesitated for a moment, then sat beside him. They remained silent for minutes.

Finally, the seated boy spoke softly: "My name is Yamen. And you?"

"Rami," the other muttered.

"Where is your family, Rami?"

Rami fell silent. Then, in a voice barely audible, he said: "I have no family."

Yamen looked at him for a long time. "Neither do I," he replied.

That night, the two boys slept together under the broken canopy. They didn't speak much, but each felt something they hadn't felt in a long time: that they were not alone.

Yamen woke to a slight nip of cold. The rain had ceased, but the wind continued to tug at his tattered clothes. Beside him, Rami was still asleep, his body curled up like a frightened kitten.

Yamen didn't wake him. He waited.

When Rami finally opened his eyes, he looked around in bewilderment for a moment, as if he had forgotten where he was. Then, the memory returned. He sat up slowly.

"Hungry?" Yamen asked.

"Always," Rami replied without hesitation.

They stood up together. They didn't discuss a plan; they agreed on nothing. They simply walked side by side through the town’s muddy streets.

The morning was grey. The sky remained weary from the previous night's rain. People opened their wooden shops sluggishly, as if seeing no point in their labors.

Upon the town’s walls, there were inscriptions. Some were in fresh paint; others had been carved into the stone years ago:

"Down with the Tyrant King"

"The Throne belongs to its People"

"The Rebels shall Triumph"

Rami read them with indifference. Yamen contemplated them as if they were verses from a holy book.

"What do these mean?" Yamen asked in a low voice.

"Nothing," Rami said. "It means the rich are bickering over a chair while the poor are dying. That’s all it means."

Yamen didn't comment. But he paused at one wall, where it was written in dark red ink:

"The Nobles are dogs. Freedom for the people."

Before they could continue their way, their eyes caught a target: a small bakery. Its elderly owner was busy arranging loaves on a wooden rack.

"You distract him, and I'll grab two loaves," Rami whispered. "We run together."

"No. I’ll distract him. You’re faster than me."

They argued silently with their eyes. Finally, Rami nodded.

But before they could move, a voice came from behind them:

"A stupi

d way to die for a loaf of bread."

To be continued...

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