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On the other end, Romulus sunk into Remus’ memory of the night they parted.
He saw Remus looking over the courtyard. Remus chuckled as he heard Romulus laughing at his own jokes as the guard helped him to his room. “Oh Rom, what are you going to do without me?”
Remus walked somberly towards the throne room. He went over to the twin thrones, where he saw Romulus’ half of the wolf charm. He picked up Romulus’ charm and replaced it with his own.
We are here, Remus, Brian’s familiar voice echoed in Remus’ head.
The pain in his chest was unbearable as he headed out of the throne room. He almost could not bring himself to leave, but three hundred years of war got tiring. As much as he loved his brother, he needed peace, and Romulus would never be happy with that. He reached the outer wall of the palace and saw three of his closest friends waiting for him with a horse: Brian, Cailean, and his second in command, Lysandros.
Remus’ heartache made it difficult to breathe and made his pulse race. If he was not immortal, the pain would surely kill him. Remus climbed on top of the wall and took one more look at the palace. He could see the firelight in Romulus’ room. By now, he would be passed out and sprawled across his bed. Remus needed to leave now or else he never would.
Remus spread his arms and leapt off the edge into a swan dive. Being the son of the God of War had its advantages. He curled out of his dive and flipped in the air. He landed with one knee and one fist hitting the ground. Without looking back, he mounted his horse and whipped its haunches. The four men took off in a dead sprint into the forest.
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