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Moo

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     The dagger sunk deep into my brothers chest and I hissed in pleasure as his blood bubbled up and poured over my hands. His chest heaved and his eyes widened, staring at me. Asking me why as he slipped into death.
     This Kingdom and everything that it was, would be mine; the crown; our sister.
     All mine.
     Laughter tumbled from my lips like water from a fountain and I pulled the blade free. Blood splattered across the floor and with each droplet the ground shook.
     "What have you done?"
     My sisters voice was music to my ears and I climbed to my feet, turning to face her.
     "Now we'll have it all," I said. The mosaic tiles beneath my feet shifted, broke apart.
     She shook her head, thick dark waves of hair cascaded around her shoulders. "What you have done is bring the wrath of the Gods upon us."
     "You and I will be together always. We will rule over this kingdom."
     Her gaze strayed to my dead brother and tears weld up in her eyes and escaped down her cheeks.
     "No," she said, her gaze steely. "The Gods will take you and all that you love for this. Goodbye, my brother."
     Outside the volcano roared to life and my sister, my beautiful Moo, turned and fled.