Once there were two brothers who started out being best friends. They were two little volcanoes, but they went their separate ways after they grew up. It took years for them to become full stature in their height on these two mountains. They would send clouds of smoke to each other when they wanted to communicate. They always got along, they never had anything against one another. One day the first brother became angry for whatever reason or another, but no one knew why he was angry. He quit sending signals to his brother just all of a sudden. He didn’t give it a thought though; he thought his brother was just going through a phase since he was the oldest of the two. They lost their mom a few years later after they went their separate ways. He began to also think that maybe he was missing her. Their father was not around, so they were on their own. Now, one day the eldest brother sent his younger brother a message and asked him if he was alright, and that he was sorry for not speaking to him, and he told him that he was going through some things on the inside but he could not understand what was going on with himself. His younger brother told him that it would probably pass and that it wasn’t really anything to be worried about. He took his brothers advice and forgot all about it.
Later that day, the sky became very dark, so he had to brighten up so there would be light where he lived. His younger brother saw the light in the far distance and he knew it was his brother brightening up. He didn’t tell his brother the secret that he had been keeping from him since they were little. He felt so bad because he had not told him. He wanted to tell him, but he didn’t know how. He pondered the thought of it, but he could not settle within himself because of what he knew about his older brother. He knew that he had to tell him, but what was the right time to do it? How would he do it? Where would he do it? He was so shaken deep within his heart and soul; to the core of his being.
Days passed by but he still hadn’t told him. Two weeks passed and still not a word to his eldest brother about the secret he had been keeping from him. He knew that the time was going to come, and it had come. He built up his nerves and signaled his brother to get his attention. When he saw the signal that his brother had sent, he responded immediately. He thought that something was going on. He thought that someone was trying to get close to his brother to hurt him. There were those who would try to sneak close and take pictures of his brother because he was dangerously beautiful; they both were. They were something to see. This time, he felt a little tension in the air. He had a feeling something was wrong, and that something was about to happen that would change their relationship forever.
He asked his younger brother what was wrong, and if he was alright, he told him that he was, but there was something very important that he had to tell him, and that he had been keeping a secret about him from him since they were little kid volcanoes. He was quiet for a while. He was trying to get his words right to tell him. His older brother asked him what was the secret. His younger brother told him not to get mad because their mom told him not to say anything way before she passed away when they were young. His eldest brother said alright, but the younger brother knew that he was not telling the truth. He began to simmer and smoke just a little, and then the eldest brother lost it. He spewed lava, and stones everywhere, but the youngest brother had not even told him the secret yet. He waited until he calmed down to finally tell him. He asked him if he were through spewing all over the place, he told him he was. His younger brother told him that he had to brace himself before he could tell him what he had to tell him.
He told him the secret. He told his eldest brother that he had anger issues and that he had to get some help before he had a really bad eruption and hurt the people who lived in the village below. When he told him the secret, he could not even look at his eldest brother. He felt so bad that he had to be the one to tell his brother that he had an anger issue. That was something that he really didn’t want to do because he knew that his eldest brother would never signal to him again. He told his younger brother that he would get help only if he would go with him, but he told his brother that he had to go alone. He told him that this was something he had to take care of himself. His brother became very angry and erupted lava and stones clear over on the mountain where his brother lived. It was the worst thing that he had ever did. Everyone in the village below went into their homes and stayed there. The lava flowed like a rushing river burning everything except the homes of the villagers; he was not trying to hurt anyone; he was just very, very, very angry at his brother because he told him that he was going to have to take care of this problem on his own.
His younger brother was very heated after he did that to him, but he knew that he was going to do something to get rid of all of that built up pressure that he had been carrying around for years on end. He said to himself that he was the youngest, and that he was not going to let his older brother treat him like that. He dug down deep and set himself on fire; not to harm himself, but to throw it over to his eldest brother. When he did that, the war of the volcano brothers was on. They both spewed rocks, fire, and lava everywhere. The villagers on both sides were trapped inside of their homes. They could not even go outside to get the things they needed such as food from the trees, and from their gardens, nor water from the wells.
Who would have ever thought that something like that would start a fight between brothers? He was only trying to help his brother get the help that he needed to be better. Maybe he should not have told him about it and let him figure it out himself. He loved his brother. He did what he thought he had to do, but now what can they do to make things right? They continued fighting all through the day and night. It was so much smoke and fire in the air that the sky couldn’t even be seen anymore; everything was black and smoky. Lava ran red like fire and brimstone. There was no water to try to put out the fire that was on the ground. Finally, the eldest brother simmered down to a dull roar, and the younger brother was so tired that he just quit all together. He apologized to his eldest brother for keeping that from him and that he would never keep another thing from him again, secret or not. He just wanted things to be like they were between them before all of this happened. They loved one another very much. They forgave each other and lived happily ever after. The villagers were alright too.
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