The Lost Kings

I was always told people grew roots where they were planted.But mine developed between the hearts of two brothers.For as long as I could remember, they were my protectors, living on the opposite end of the manor.It was when I turned eight that I realized the truth. The twins were never supposed to protect me. It was the other way around and I would grow up to be the one that kept our family safe.As time went on, they were forced to watch while I was broken and reshaped into the weapon needed to break us free from the cage our family had been forced into.I always assumed the twins understood.But when I became old enough to accept my fate, they slapped it away and tried to show me a different choice.Even with my heart in their hands, I tried to make them see that there was no other path for me to walk.They left, abandoning the family and destroying those roots that had kept us together.Without them, we were forced to align with a powerful enemy.But when it's discovered how close I became with our rival, the twins returned.I assumed it was to reclaim my heart, but it was to declare war.We stood on opposite sides, but somewhere in the middle was my broken heart, still held between two lost kings.