Two fathers squint; the fresh light of dawn arouses the fathers as it has for abundant seasons passed. 
Two fathers offer no resistance to the glare of this new day – though in their heart they know their mettle will be tested. 
Two fathers have no fear – bar the dread that fear may enter into their child’s heart. 
Two fathers meet the dawn of a fearful day with steadfast resolve. 
Two sons sleep still – their bones growing silently and painlessly. Their bones were grown enough – today is the day. 

Two fathers awaken their sons. 
Two sons falter as their bones tell them to sleep a while longer. 
Two fathers know; fate would sleep no longer. 
Two fathers brought their two sons two different meals. A glass of milk for one and a belly full of small nuts for the other. 
Two fathers discerned; a light meal would is apt – despite the heaviness of the morning to come. 
Two sons had stomachs that spoke louder than their bones. 
Two sons eat swiftly and look up toward their fathers. For two sons are two tall fathers – of will and stature. 
Two fathers look down into their son’s eyes – they do not know what lies within. 
Two fathers have faith that it is love and respect that lies in their eyes on this thick morning. 

Two father’s faith holds true as two sons follow the father’s lead and depart from their respective nests. 
Two sons indeed trust their fathers but within them sings a curiosity louder than bone or belly. 
Two fathers answers the songs of their sons cryptically. 
Two fathers ask them to follow without question. 
For two sons, this only ignites the chorus of their curiosity. 
Two fathers say no more – they know curiosity must be tempered with caution and patience. 
Two fathers, two sons; come to their destination: the edge of safety. 

Two sons stand where they could still see the homes their fathers built. 
Two fathers look the other way, toward the rough nature that awaits them. 
Two sons feel a bodiless heat in the air. 
Two fathers feel the heat too, for them the heat boils with intensity – the thick heat of fate was in these moments. 
Two fathers internally buckle as fear rises up their throats, but they do not show it. 

Two fathers proceed in the usual fashion – through their actions they instruct their sons to the way of the world. 
Two fathers speak to their sons. 
Two sons are to take their first step unto maturity – it was their turn to do as their fathers do. 
Two fathers, as many times before, show their instruments of faith to their sons. 
Two sons are familiar, but nerves enter them as uncertainty loomed. 
Two sons look into their father’s eyes and saw no fear. 
Two sons swallow their nerves. 
One father handed his gun to his son. 
One father took up his wing and made ready. 
One father points towards two birds. 
One father leaps from the branch and takes flight. 
One son readies his aim. 
One son looks at his father, flying, cutting slowly through the breeze. 
One son readies his trigger finger. 
One son readies his wings. 
One son fires. 
One father falls. 
One son conquers fear. 
One son is conquered by it.