"Mother, Father, I pray thee, look upon thy youngest son and weep! For my brother, a creature of pure malice and unbridled strength, hath seen fit to destroy me. He didst approach with the stealth of a thief and, with a fist like a falling mountain, didst smite my shoulder with such vigor that my very marrow rattled within my bones.
Verily, I was but standing here, minding mine own affairs, when he unleashed this cataclysmic fury. Thou mightest think it a mere touch, but nay! To my frail frame, 'twas as if a siege engine hadst breached the city walls. My arm hangeth now like a dead branch in winter, useless and cold; thus, I feel the light of life fading from mine eyes.
Brother, why hast thou forsaken our bond? Why hast thou used thy monstrous power to crush me so? I am but a humble lad, seeking only peace and perhaps a crust of bread, yet thou hast treated me like a foe on the battlefield. Mother, behold his wickedness! He hath slain me in the hallway, and thus I shall surely perish before the sun sets, unless justice—and perhaps a snack—be granted unto me immediately!"
