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Another shout was made as his second eldest brother, before Fredrick, Kristoph hurtled at the dog, as he wrestled it to the ground. Frederick pulled Alarik back shaking and trembling as he hugged him close into a dark corner as there was a loud whine from the huge hound and Kristoph walked over bleeding and tumbling sliding his old blade to the two. `` Kill me, but`` Kristoph rasped hand open as he pressed it to Alarik's cheek. Wiping away his tears. Yet coating his face with blood. ``Promise me you'll never be sad, Alarik. And you Frederick. Lead our family with honor..``

``Protect your brother, and siblings that come into the world after this..`` Kristoph coughed and choked as Frederick struggled with the knife. Alarik didn't know how his brother did it. Yet Frederick took a loud breath, and pressed the knife into Kristoph's heart, the sickening sound of their brother choking on his blood, hurt Alarik, as he sniffled and hugged Frederick who quietly comforted him. Yes, that's what happened that's the only reason he's so mellow and his brother so quick-witted and smart. That's the only reason he was happy, he was always happy to keep his promise.

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But Fredrick, no, the eldest never trembled for anything. Not even if a gun pointed at his forehead, he knew his brother would simply say, ' Go ahead and pull the trigger'...``You three!`` Geron heard his father's call as he flinched at the harsh tone.. `` Come here!`` his father shrieked as the two eldest moved out then looked back at Geron who glanced up to them. They knew, and he knew as well. He wasn't truly part of this family, his parents were murdered and he remembered all of it. The shrieking of his 'father''s voice had obviously startled him.

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The sudden shout from his parents hadn't scared him. It never did, the constant beatings when his baby sister was born. The cold feeling of dread hadn't found him as he saw his brother Geron's soft eyes pity shined in his own blue eyes as he kept a straight face, remembering the day of his two brothers deaths.... He had felt such a big amount of dread it had pelted his stomach like hail on a rainy day, the sudden thought killed him to think about as he shook it out of his head. No leader shall think such thoughts and keep their minds calm and steady. He reminded himself and walked forward to the room.

Yet Geron was only 17, barely at the reaching of the age 18, and how sorrowful they felt for him, Geron sensed their pity, in his own soft cyan blue eyes. He did not care what they thought, he didn't need to be treated like a newborn child so he walked ahead of them. No matter how terrified he felt of his adoptive father. `` Well, go on! Join the lot of kids marching behind there. Get your right clothes on.`` Their father rumbled as Geron only did as he was told his brothers hesitant yet slowly set on their trainee uniforms and marched out with the crowd and Geron stood right beside them. He cared nothing if he was treated as a small worm, he will serve his part...
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``You lot!`` A german soldier snarled towards him and his his brothers group. His blood rushed cold as he gulped. ``Who are your parents!`` He rumbled. `` The Engel family sir.`` Frederick said for the three of them as the soldier grunted. `` My father was with your dad in a war. I suggest you watch yourself,`` The Nazi hissed as he moved onto another. `` He's in a bad mood.`` Alarik huffed as Geron finally spoke for once during this whole scene. `` What can you expect. They're going to war, bruder.``[Translation: Brother] Geron murmured calmly, his soft voice cracked from the dryness of his throat. ``Hmm...`` Alarik looked to the youngest noting he had no lack of information in that head of his.

``Get a move on!`` A Nazi yelled it was the same one that questioned them. They marched forward and kept their gaze forward as Geron felt a sharp gaze on his back, yet he didn't turn around. He kept his eyes forward, and didn't even flinch when a Nazi soldier yelled at him right next to his ear. The ringing began to start and his brothers tensed as if feeling worried he would freak out. Yet the youngest had self control. He did. So he marched onward without breaking his poker face as he kept his straight posture.

``HAULT! Aufmerksamkeit!``[Translation: HAULT! Attention!] A Nazi called as they all stopped and moved into attention. They were given rifles as it smacked on their chests Geron didn't budge like others his size when it hit him, and he knew the soldier hit him harder on purpose. The other young ones blinked dazed at him. As the Nazi, probably the General's loud voice rang out. ``Wir sind hier, weil du dich für diese Armee beworben hast! Oder du wurdest gezwungen, es zu tun! Es ist mir egal, woher ihr alle kommt! Aber dieses Gewehr ist deine Lebensweise! Wenn du das Gewehr verlierst, verlierst du deinen Lebenswillen! Wenn du deine Waffe verlierst, bist du tot!``[Translation: We're here because you applied for this army! Or you were forced to do it! I don't care where you all come from! But this gun is your way of life! If you lose the rifle, you lose your will to live! If you lose your weapon, you are dead!] The General's loud voice rang out, loud and proud.

Geron could only hope he didn't die here, the cold eyes from all these men truly scared him inside no matter how he looked on the inside, they all knew the battle for Poland would come in soon.