Brother, my brother.

there was a twin once who said, "brother, give me your inheritance, for i want it as my own." His brother replied, "and why should i do such a thing?" "For i am your brother," the first replied, to which the second responded, "a true brother would not ask such a thing, therefore you are no brother of mine."

And so the two brothers parted ways in discord and disharmony, and there arose a fued between the two. As one went and called up his friends, so to did the other, and war broke out. And so taken in their wrath were they that thouyght their father sickened, and then died, they did not notice. And so the father died with no son beside his bedside to grieve at his passing. And no son was their to notice as their father passed over the inheritance to another, a stranger, a servant, one not of their blood.


And so the question was, who was to blame, and what, if anything, could have been changed?