The Elven Brothers

Two elven brothers returned from a hunt to find that
their tribe had packed up and left them stranded in the
desert.
The water hole had only six days of water left, so the
elder, stronger brother gathered the water into skins,
and gave three days worth to his younger, weaker
brother. With the water, they sprinted after the tracks
of their tribe.
They traveled for four days, never catching up to their
tribe. Each day, the younger, weaker brother drank his
fill of water, while the older, stronger brother only
drank half rations, looking with disapproval at his
brother’s gluttony. On the morning of the fourth day, as
the younger brother drained the final drops from his
water skins, the older brother finally spoke:
“It may be days more until we catch up to our tribe,
brother. I have saved my water, though it cost me
discipline and sacrifice. You have drunk your water and
have no more. Now your gluttony will be your
downfall.”
“Not so, brother,” replied the younger, drawing his
dagger. “My water packs have been lighter the past
three days, and my body is refreshed from its fill of
water. You are tired from carrying your load, and weak
from deprivation. Now I am the stronger.”

The Elven Brothers

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