"Hi, the name's Brone."Brón Scrios, to be exact, but Brón accepts his name to be written as "Brone" instead of "Brón". "Brón" means "sorry, regret" in Irish, "Scrios" means "delete, destruction" also in Irish. Brone's name is pronounced "brone", and Scrios is pronounced exactly how it is written, "SCREE-os". Brone doesn't like nicknames, so it would be best if you could just call him Brone. I chose the name "Brón Scrios" because, yes, the definition (see secret for reasoning to "Brón") fits this JMD, but also because it sounds manly, tough, cold, dark, evil, etc., just how I imagine Brone to be, hey it even rhymes with bone, and bones are pretty scary.
"My deepest darkest secret you ask? Well, none, because if I am telling you my secret, would it yet still be a secret anymore?"["Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad."]
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Brone has a very dark secret...darker than any other secret he ,has, or really anyone has. Brone, would you like to explain it?
*Gulps*Um...sure....I mean...why....not..........I was really young, but I remember every single bit of it......
I was only a young little jewel, that didn't even have a jewel color yet, living with only my brother (my parents are always on "romantic" vacations and it gets difficult about what to do with me, so they permanently sent me to my brother's place) when it happened. It was a stormy day. Clouds spread through the sky and not a single ray of sunlight was available to sight. My brother, Ámharach (also known as Skullz to me), and I were staring out the window into the rain, wondering when it will be sunny again. "Hey big br-- I mean Skullz, is rain what tuns fire into ashes?" I ask. "Well yeah,sometimes, but why would you bring up the topic of fire? It's like pouring outside." He replied. "No reason....just curious...thinking about rain...and when it will stop.." "Ok little bro, just chill and forget about the rain....it'll stop soon.." "Yeah...." I responded glumly.
Well Skullz was right, it stopped very soon, and Skullz wanted to go outside for a jog. When he came back, he told me that our tree in our front yard was crooked and looked like it was going to cause some trouble when the next storm arrives. He told me to help him chop it down (it wasn't too tall and was safe enough for me to work at it). Well, I don't really know why but I got extremely angry, and snapped at him. "huh? Why? Cuz you're too lazy to do it? Skullz, I have to do EVERYTHING here, can't you do something for once and stop being a couch potato!!!???" I snapped. Skullz flinched in surprise and shock, since all of this is coming from me, yet still a young little child that usually listens to whatever his big brother says. "That's not true! Who makes your dinner, washes your clothes, and et cetera everyday! You're the one who should be grateful and st--" "What? WHAT??? Ahem Ahem, um, hello? Those things are tiny things. I'm too young to do all of those things! BesidesIm tired after a day of kindergarten!" "Yeah, hello? I have school too! And it's longer than yours!!! I have tons of homework in every subject, while you have like one coloring sheet to color up and then you earn a sticker of an apple or something!! Geez you're such a burden!" Well that hurt. BAD too. Skullz must have realized how harsh he was so he immediately softened his tone and apologized. "Look sorry little brother,I di--" "Oh just SHUSH UP (I wasn't allowed to say shut up, Skullz taught me it was a bad word)! Nobody wants to hear your whining!" And with that,I ran out of the house and into the woods in my backyard. I found my hiding place where I knew Skullz wouldn't ever find me, in a hollow tree trunk that I cleaned it and wrote my name with Crayons on it just for me. I hid in their for the rest of the day. Now dont get me wrong, I was GOING to eventually chop the tree, but at 11:56 PM exactly, I was too tired and forgot completely about the tree. That night, there was a storm, a thunder storm, and......*sniffle* the....the t-t-tree*sniffle*...*wipes away tears and tries to stay tough*....it.....the....it.....the tree it.....lightning........*sniffles and starts tearing up*......I can't anymore........
Ok It's ok Brone, I'll do it...
Well, um, how do I say this *glances at Brone for approval to say it*....*Brone nods and tries to smile, "toughly" of course* You know how the tree was pretty weak and flimsy sort of ish. Well it was a thunder storm and....a lightning bolt.....shot...down...at the .............
*sniffles* I don't know, I can't do this either!!!!
ok, Im ok. The lightning bolt shot down at....the...........TREE!!!!!!! The worst part is, the tree, obviously, caught on fire, with nobody there to stop it (they had no neighbors). That night, Brone felt it, the heat...the smoke....the stuffiness.......Brone was instantly jolted awake by the smoke, he crawled out of bed and opened the door and gasped, breathing in half a mouthful if smoke. He closed the door and took deep breaths, trying to take in the fact that the house was on fire and that Skullz---
Skullz. Skullz. SKULLZ!!!! He thought! Skullz didn't realize the smoke! His first thought was to save Skullz but he was frozen in shock to open the door. He decided to crawl out form the window and save Skullz by drawing not Skullz's window.
But Skullz's window was engulfed with flames and it was hard to see for sure, but Brone was quite sure Skullz wasn't in the room. He thought Skullz must have escaped already. "Thank goodness," Brone thought. Brone headed for the woods, actually farther and even FARTHER until he found a nice tree that he climbed on to and used as a bed for the rest of the night.
The next morning, Brone returned to his house expecting joy by seeing his brother, but instead received pain and sorrow. There were fire fighters and police officers and most importantly.....hospital trucks. Brone looked around for his brother but didn't see his brother. He decided to go ask an officer nearby. "Excuse me mister police officer, um I lved here with my brother, have you seen him?" "Child, are you talking about a dark furred young man?" "Yes my brother is dark furred." "Im terribly sorry, um, son, this JMD brother, you are talking about.....well, Im very sorry again, well, your brother is....dead." Brone froze in shock, trying to let the words sink in. Brother. Dead. Brother. Dead. Brother......Dead.............
There was no way, Brone thought. "Skullz wasn't in his room. H-He was already out and escaped already, but....oh, what have I done?!" Brone thought weeping. "I-If, if only.....if only....if only I had done something....anything...." And with that, Brone passed out.
Days later, Brone started growing in lightning sort of shaped markings, and a while after that, received his jewel color. Leat me tell you, Brone want impressed and he was sure Skullz wouldn't have been too. Brone was a black jewel. Known for destruction. For who knows how long, Brone has lived in a shell, all shriveled up inside, not willing to open up to the world anymore, because he believes that if he does, all he would do....is end up killing someone, not on purpose though.
Just like how he was secretly responsible for his beloved brother, Ámharach's, death....
And that also how he realized that he...was the rain, that turned the fire....into.....ashes..........
