Brothers Can Be Creepy

It was nearly one in the morning, as Das and I quietly crept towards the castle. I had washed off my perfume, and used some of Das's soap, to hide my smell from those monsters that lurked around. We reached the castle, and crept around the side, to a different door than the one Erik and I found before. We slipped inside shutting the door quietly behind us. The guards inside saw us, but then turned and faced their backs towards us, proving that Das did have friends on the inside that wanted freedom from my brother as badly as we did. We walked along the floor in socks, to silence our steps and made our way to my brother's room. The guards outside had their eyes closed as we approached, and one handed us the keys to open the room door. Sliding in, we closed the door, and continued silently inside. Das led us into a side room off the living room, filled with gems of all kinds, and rare fabrics. There were a few bedazzled weapons in the room, but they were clearly for show. There was a not-so-hidden, hidden door across the room. It was noticable, because while the rest of the room's walls were covered in jewels and gems, the door had nor a single diamond in front of it, making it very obvious. Das had warned me before, to not touch anything, because my brother kept a very close eye on where every single gem was, and it was even a centimeter off, he would know. Leaving the door cracked to allow in some light, we stalked into the room. It was completely empty aside from the pedestal in the center, and the mirror levitating above it. Das took a small mirror of the same size out of a loop on his pants, and switched the mirror with the fake. Quickly, we rushed out of the room, and back into the hallway, sprinting down as quietly as we could. We ran all the way back to Das's house. Out of breath, we collapsed onto the couch, and I started to laugh. Das, confused, joined in my laughter.

"We did it. We got the mirror! Now we need to find a way to free everyone from the mirror." I said, in-between gasps for breath, and bursts of laughter.

"I have no idea how to do that, but let's sleep for a little, and figure it out later. We need to act fast though, because the King will be back soon, and notice his prized possession is gone.". Das replied, as much out of breath as I was.

"Speaking of which, why does the King go for a walk so early? It's past one. No one should be up this early, whether they are a spirit or not." I asked, shifting to face the dark shape I knew to be Das.

"Not sure. He has done it for as long as I've been here, and I've been here a long time. Anyways, let's get some rest. You can take the bed, I'll sleep out here."

"Alright. Thank you, and sleep well." I said, rising, and moving towards the bedroom.

"Sleep well." Das replied, yawning and moving into a more comfortable position on the sofa. I climbed into the bed, under the thin sheet and fell into a fitful sleep, replaying the dead look in Erik's eyes as he faced me, over and over again in my mind's eye. I woke to Das standing over the bed, shaking my shoulder, and whispering frantically,

"He's here!"

I heard a loud knock on the door, and my brother's voice floated through the door.