The soft winds cry during a late summer's night. A child is born in the reality of the future, his name, unremembered. Another child is also born this night, though this boy is of another family. This child too will be unremembered. Both of the children, newly born and unknown to the world turn their heads and howl at the moon's bright glow.
Both boys grow up, slowly but surely in their separate homes, with their separate lives. One of the boys grows up with no mother, she had died when he was young. The other boy grows up without feeling accepted by the rest of his family. Both boys struggle in their own separate worlds but each one cries the same during the warm summer nights.
Soon, both boys grew large and learned more than they ever dreamed possible. They both start to understand their places in the world they live in and both found their places within their lives. This would not last long, however, for the world they knew was about the change before them.
Fighting, fighting was something that has been happening long before the boys were ever born and now long after their deaths. Though to the boys, it was all something new, it was all a change in the world they knew. Both boys now forced to act as if grown by families who have yet to finish raising them.
War calls for them both, both unwilling, both unwanting, but both sent. They do what they must for their families, they do what they must for they knew nothing else. Both now found in an unfamiliar land, walking with their new found brothers and sisters.
Winter sets in and the warm summer winds are now nothing more but a distant memory for both of the children called "men". The harsh winter winds blow as one boy is forced into den known to be home to the enemy. The other boy sleeping soundly against his brother as he attempts to make it through the night.
Both boys now find themselves together. One biting into the others throat while the other screams in agony. Both thrashing around now in a mixture of their own fur and blood that decorates the lightly frosted floor of the den!
The harsh winter winds blow their way deep inside the den that is now the tome for both the boys. As their bodies lay lifeless next to one another, both are gone now. Both have left their families behind, and both will always be remembered for their "sacrifice". Yet, despite everything the boys had given...
The harsh winds cry during a late winter's night. A child is born in the reality of the future, their name, unremembered. Another child is also born this night, though this child is of another family. This child too will be unremembered. Both of the children, newly born and unknown to the world turn their heads and howl at the moon's bright glow...
