It was a cold fall morning when I first realized that my life was about to change forever.The Black Pig Pub was the local hangout for my type. Struggling adventurers and bandits alike stopped in to savor the different sights and hear the tales spun by men braver and wiser than ourselves. This night I was with a friend of mine by the name of Tom Tyler.
Tom was a lanky thing with long skinny arms and a long skinny nose. In fact i doubt that any part of Tom could be buff or at least broad. To add to his looks Tom had a messy mop red hair on his head. We stood in the corner watching one of the pretty barmaids strutt her stuff for one of the richer gentlemen.
"Y'see tha'?" Slurred Tom. "Tha's wha' I want a g'rl to do ta' me." He hicupped and smiled a drunken smile. I rolled my eyes and returned my attention to the woman who kept refilling my drink. She nodded at my generous tip and slipped it into her pocket. Taking a big swig of my beer I found myself wondering if maybe I should take Tom home or not.
I took a quick glance out of the window and sighed as I saw the sun beginning to rise. I clapped my friend on the back and stretched. 'C'mon Tom. Your mum'll be missing us."
In his drunken stuppor Tommy didnt even think to protest as I steered him from the tavern. He let me haul him onto his brown stallion and somehow he stayed there as I mounted my white mare.
"Toms?" He followed the lead I had tied to his horse with his eyes until he found my face.
"Yea', Beck? Wha's on yer mind?" He bobbed his head as he spoke, as if he could hear music.
"Nothing much. Jus' wondering what you would do if I died." I snickered, Tom's reply was sure to be funny. But Tom Tyler, the goofy boy I had known my whole life, surprised me that early fall morning.
"Shucks, Beck. I guess if you died I'd burry you 'neath tha' old oak tree over tha' yonder hill. I'd visit ev'ry day so's you wont get lonl'y. I'd make sure tha' there was always them pretty pink and yellow flowers grownin' 'round yer headstone."
I never replied to that sentiment. Tom was the very last person I expected something as sweet as that from. He smiled at me stupidly and promptly fell asleep on his horse. I was quiet.
Later that night, as I lay in my warm bed, tucked away for safe keeping and out of the harsh sun, I thought of what Tom Tyler had told me. It was that moment when I began to realise that Tom Tyler was my best friend, and I would do the same. But, if I did it wouldnt be in the same way a friend would.
For years I had suspected that Tom and I had much in common but had never thought to ask anyone about it. I vowed to myself that when night rolled around I would ask about the brother that had suppossedly died the day I was born.
Tom Tyler was my brother. The thought hit me like a ton of bricks falling from a high perch. I didn't think to question it. I didnt even know what brought on the epiphany. I just knew what I knew, and I knew that for some reason my mother wanted to keep me from my brother.
Tom was a lanky thing with long skinny arms and a long skinny nose. In fact i doubt that any part of Tom could be buff or at least broad. To add to his looks Tom had a messy mop red hair on his head. We stood in the corner watching one of the pretty barmaids strutt her stuff for one of the richer gentlemen.
"Y'see tha'?" Slurred Tom. "Tha's wha' I want a g'rl to do ta' me." He hicupped and smiled a drunken smile. I rolled my eyes and returned my attention to the woman who kept refilling my drink. She nodded at my generous tip and slipped it into her pocket. Taking a big swig of my beer I found myself wondering if maybe I should take Tom home or not.
I took a quick glance out of the window and sighed as I saw the sun beginning to rise. I clapped my friend on the back and stretched. 'C'mon Tom. Your mum'll be missing us."
In his drunken stuppor Tommy didnt even think to protest as I steered him from the tavern. He let me haul him onto his brown stallion and somehow he stayed there as I mounted my white mare.
"Toms?" He followed the lead I had tied to his horse with his eyes until he found my face.
"Yea', Beck? Wha's on yer mind?" He bobbed his head as he spoke, as if he could hear music.
"Nothing much. Jus' wondering what you would do if I died." I snickered, Tom's reply was sure to be funny. But Tom Tyler, the goofy boy I had known my whole life, surprised me that early fall morning.
"Shucks, Beck. I guess if you died I'd burry you 'neath tha' old oak tree over tha' yonder hill. I'd visit ev'ry day so's you wont get lonl'y. I'd make sure tha' there was always them pretty pink and yellow flowers grownin' 'round yer headstone."
I never replied to that sentiment. Tom was the very last person I expected something as sweet as that from. He smiled at me stupidly and promptly fell asleep on his horse. I was quiet.
Later that night, as I lay in my warm bed, tucked away for safe keeping and out of the harsh sun, I thought of what Tom Tyler had told me. It was that moment when I began to realise that Tom Tyler was my best friend, and I would do the same. But, if I did it wouldnt be in the same way a friend would.
For years I had suspected that Tom and I had much in common but had never thought to ask anyone about it. I vowed to myself that when night rolled around I would ask about the brother that had suppossedly died the day I was born.
Tom Tyler was my brother. The thought hit me like a ton of bricks falling from a high perch. I didn't think to question it. I didnt even know what brought on the epiphany. I just knew what I knew, and I knew that for some reason my mother wanted to keep me from my brother.
