Chapter 12 - Last Chapter

Osiris sighed, sitting heavily on the chair his brother had sat on probably not long before. The seat was still warm.

Every time he entered, when he was let in, he would see Easter sit there, an emotionless facade. Osiris gulped, not being able to sit still. He stood up, walking in circles around the room, the one he used to live in up until he was twelve. He brushed his hands on the books on the shelf, wondering what had gotten into his to had killed so many people.

All those people... he had seen them all smile before, had he not?

He took a look at the list, reading over the names. Their faces still looked so similar, in a way that was too unnerving for him. The heavily suppressed memories inside his heart were beginning to be unearthed.

He slammed the book shut.

This story. This whole plot had gone awry. The Anonymity... Why hadn't Mother looked at it yet? He had set it to Mother, yet she set it back. Did she not like it? The Puppet was chosen by Easter, and she had kept it. Why not Osiris's? Had Osiris done something wrong?

Now, Osiris was Easter again. The shadow of the first prince. Perhaps, this was what he was meant to be in the first place. His violent outbreak showed that he was not capable of being a prince, and so did his personality. It was always Easter pulling the strings, commanding Osiris what to do. When he was young, he had thought: It'll just be for a little while. He's just teaching me what a crowned prince should do. It's fine to rely on him.

It's fine to rely on him.

It'll be okay.

I'm fine the way I am.

Easter sighed, picking up a book on the desk. Osiris... apparently while he was eleven, he started getting delusions. He wouldn't leave the study, even at night, or to eat. He wouldn't let anybody in, either. The books in his study were slowly and slowly worn out, as so was Osiris.

Easter flipped through the pages idly. He sat down, resting his head on the pages and closing his eyes.

He was... back, now.

Back to how it would used to be.