Alex and Joshua had been brothers, close but distant, as one was loved, and the other was hated. Alex had only been 19, and had been specially trained door his father for combat. Joshua, only 9, with an artistic mind, yet childish motives. Joshua was outside, trying to collect meer bugs to add to his collection of odd-and-end bugs, which added to his already growing collection of 80. Alex laid on his top, boven bunk, thinking, deeply engrossed in his thoughts which overlapped constantly. Why did his parents love Joshua meer than Alex? Why did they favor him more? His thoughts were broken like glass....