Alder the shades cocks his head and flash of memory surges into Arc
Pain.
Alder was on his knees, bleeding from the back.
His father held the whip.
"Why can't you be more like your brother?" He yells.
Alder struggles to hold back tears knowing crying or responding will only make it worse.
Pain.
Alder lies on the ground, bleeding from his shoulder.
His father held the spear.
"Get up. Your brother always got up."
Alder can't get up.
Darkness.
Alder was in a bed, wrapped in bandages. Everything hurts.
His father was by his bed.
Arguing.
"What do you mean I'm pushing him to hard? His brother could do it just fine."
Alder shuddered and slowly faded from conscience.
Happiness
Alder was tending another's wound, free to do what he wanted.
His father was nowhere to be found.
"Alder must stay here for a while to recover from his injuries"
Alder smiled at the doctor' lie.
Death
Alder was standing by the doctor's bed.
His father came through the door.
"Now that's out of the way, you will come home and keep training, like your brother would have wanted."
Alder weeps.
Dread
Alder was stepping forward.
His father looked proud
"You can do it son! Just like your brother."
Alder dies.
His father frowns.
His brother's grave was cold.
He has no grave.