Tuesday

Tuesday was the youngest child from a large but well-off family. For most of his childhood, he lived with his mother, father, brother and three sisters. His father was well-respected leader in his community, especially in times of war, and had many military victories to show for it. Being the youngest of the family, he was constantly spoiled but also constantly cast aside whenever any serious matters came up. As far as he was concerned, something big was coming and his family was trying to keep it a secret from him, but he knew: a new war was soon to start.

Tuesday had always wanted to fight for his family, for his community, for his people. Likely as a result of rigorous training under his father since childhood, he was the top duelist at his educational institution, even outperforming his older siblings, who quite frankly could not care less about combat. When the time came for his father to pass on the mantle of leader of the community, Tuesday knew it had to be him who got the crown. He had the patriotism and fighting spirit needed to be a successful leader- and he was a much better fighter than any of his siblings. But instead the title was passed onto his older brother Aias, as he was the oldest male member of the family. Tuesday was furious. His brother was a strategic tactician, he understood that much, but he showed little care for matters outside the scope of his own family, and was completely inept in terms of combat.

In their community, while leadership was generally passed down from a father to their eldest son, the crown could always be yielded or contested. Usually, those who viewed themselves as unworthy would yield the crown almost immediately, but Aias showed no signs of giving it up anytime soon. So in contest, Tuesday challenged his brother to a duel. The duel was scheduled for the next day, in the middle of a sunny afternoon in the town square. The heat was overwhelming for most, but the sibling fire genasis could not care less. Everyone came to watch. The match seemed to be in Tuesday's favor; he had the superior swordsmanship, a much stronger physique and better stamina and coordination. And with the blow of a flute, the battle commenced.

Aias and Tuesday both drew their swords; the same ones they had used in practice fights, and began dueling. Each strike was quick and powerful, but each was parried by the other brother. After years of play-sparring each other, they were more than familiar with each other's tricks. They were more evenly matched than Tuesday had anticipated, and he began to fight even more aggressively than before. The match continued for ages. Some earth genasi citizens had already left, with the blazing afternoon heat being too much for them. Eventually it looked like Aias might lose. His stamina was faltering, while Tuesday's was still going strong. Tuesday went in for the strike that would signal his victory. He raised the sword above his head, and in that moment the sun reflected off the blades and into his eyes. For a second he was stunned, and before he could even blindly bring the blade down onto his opponent, he felt something hot and sharp against his throat. The flute whistled again. Aias had won. He had planned for the fight to be in mid afternoon, such that Tuesday's polished sword would give him a blind spot. He knew the weaknesses of his enemy and played them to the maximum advantage, while compensating for his own weaknesses- something his younger brother did not know how to think through far enough.