Back in the dreaded years of Secondary School i use to write a significant amount, most of it was pure garbage but i found a story which i'd fleshed out more than anything I've ever done, i'm surprised i forgot about it. The story was about 2 Brothers separated at birth, one never knew of the other whereas the other brother was told his brother died at birth. I wanted it so the death of the Father would break one of the Brothers and make them both hate each other.
However it evolved and this short scene was written which was written roughly 2010?:
The light crept through the window of the Castle, its corridors were silent with only the howling wind groaning through it. The castle was painted black but due to age it cracked and peeled in places making it patched and faded. A dark figure sat on his own in a room, sat in the centre on a small platform. He sat still with his head tilted down, completely silent. “I sense something” he raised his head facing the door. “I feel the wind telling me a change in the world, show it to me” he whispered to himself in a muttered tone. He swayed slowly, as if trying to catch an invisible force. “Brother, I can feel you again, only you have become stronger but yet you feel shaken. You have returned Home” he stopped swaying and stood leaning on the window frame, the wind whispered to him as he looked out onto the lands below his castle.
“I will find you” his grip tightened on the frame “and I will kill you” he sighed deeply and marched off. His feet created deep thuds as a he left.