They remained in silence for an eternal second; both of them had been staring at each other, trying to work out what the other was thinking. Odium broke it first. "You must realize, Metuere, that you are no match for my power. You are a woman, and thus you are weak!"
"Odium, please, stay calm. We must think this through. Think of our children. My daughter is not strong enough to fight a war. And I'm pregnant. And your son; you son is barely twelve. He has his future to think about. Do you really want to want to risk their lives, just to prove a point?"
"Prove a point? Prove a point?! My darling sister, I am going to rule the world as we know it, and you think I am simply proving a point? Oh how little you know about me, Metuere. Think carefully about your answer. It will affect your family for generations to come."
"Brother, please. Ab abusu ad usum non valet consequentia. Rights abused by some are still rights. Did learning Latin teach you nothing?"
Odium frowned. "Do not use Latin. Learning teaches nothing. Teaching learns, not learning." With a smirk that could have been drawn by the Devil Himself, Odium continued, "Did Mother teach you nothing?"
"Vah! Denuone latine loquebar? Me ineptum. Interdum modo elabitur. You are mocking me, Odium. There is no need to ridicule me. We are blood relations. That should mean something to you. I can tell from your eyes that means nothing."
"You know nothing of how I feel! I don't care if you are a blood relative. Your life means nothing. I would rather kill you and your unborn child, then to spend one more minute with you."
Odium left, slamming the rosewood door behind him in a temper. Metuere was left alone. She wept so hard her eyes stung like pins being pushed into a pincushion. She wept as she declared war. Oblivious to her actions, Odium also declared war. The siblings called their armies at the same time, on the same day. It was the dawn of the first day, of the first month, in the first year, of the first century A.D.
"Yes, and I heard something like that too," one servant gossiped to the other, "I heard that he was the one who called the army. Apparently, the army is divided."
"I know! Those who have families are backing the Mistress, but everyone without a family is backing the Master. He is strong, though. Surely he is no match in fighting her. But Mistress...oh Mistress can lead an army to war, and then speak to you like you're one of them." The servant said "them" as though it should have been capitalized. He meant, by "them", one of the royals. Metuere listened with care.
"My husband nearly killed me when I told him that I support the Mistress. He went mad! He picked up my son, and ran off to the Odium place. They're moving soon; too many people are supporting them. But if you ask me, they may have manpower, but we have Mistress. She won't let us all die."
Later that night, the first bomb struck. Sanguis was left motherless. Metuere was killed, along with six servants, twenty-one children, and three in royalty. That same night, Odium was found dead; his body had been blown apart by nothing. There were no traces of anything in the room. Both siblings died in the same way, at the same time.
Typhoid soon hit the Metuere supporters. Many more died, and
still the bombs were falling, the guns were firing, and the
torches were burning. The Odium supporters were ruthless; they
blamed Metuere herself for their leader's death. Oblivious to the
facts that Metuere's servants had, the Odium supporters believed
that the pregnant Metuere had killed Odium. Sanguis died, but she
had five children. Odium's son grew up, married, and had five
children also - but with different mothers, none of which were
his wife. From this point, Odium decreed that no individual is to
have one mother and one father. Everyone must be part of one
large family, a community instead of individuals.
It started many centuries ago, as one of life\'s greatest clich�s. A war between two great civilisations had been raging for hundreds of thousands of years. The civil blood made civil hands unclean. The war never officially ended. No one can remember who started it; each group claims the other started the ancient feud that had left many corpses crying for peace. No one could trust anyone, not even those who claimed to be fighting their fight. The two groups, Odium and Metuere, were similar in beliefs, but it was their differences that were more apparent in this raging war. The war itself was simple; two great civilisations hated each other to death. The hatred turned to violence; the violence became blood soaked death. Each civilisation was strong. Metueres were matriarchal, whereas Odiums were patriarchal; each civilisation was named from their original leader.