leaves which were shy behind the red flowers. In the daylight, it was beautiful with the sunlight touching the bough of a big old tree, the blue sky, and the birds perching on the branches. Such beauty disappeared with darkness at night. With the moonlight, he saw it for what it really was. An abandoned, creepy place with snakes wrapped around the branches of the trees. In the ground, there were wild animals sleeping around the graves after hunting, as if to protect the graves from an unseen force. He had goose bumps the first time he came to the backyard. The howling of the wolves from afar made him feel like there was something watching over him or someone was behind his back. It was long before Manuelli opened the door, walked towards him and bowed to him slightly. He was the only brother he had…show more content… “I’ll try my best, but you know me, I’m not cunning or pretentious,” he admitted tentatively. “I just fight and kill my enemies on the battlefield, I’m nothing like you.” He wondered if it was a compliment from his brother or an insult. He might think that he was cunning and pretentious. He sighed and thought how his brother could be very optimistic, but he was never confident, always afraid that he would fail and disappoint him. “You must overestimate me,” he said, stony-faced. “Just get close to him and keep an eye on him, report to me his plans, especially in the near future.” Manuelli nodded at him. “I wrote a letter reporting to you that the rebels at the mountainous village were at the capital and wreaked havoc, and we were dealing with them.” He turned to Manuelli with a sad smile. “I know. I called you here because I miss you, I wanted to see you.” His mouth stretched into a half smile, half grimace. He awkwardly glanced up at a tree like something in it caught his eyes. He knew Manuelli wanted to say something back to him, but the words just could not leave his
