TRIBE-97: Brook

Brook and his brother weren't their father's pride. Pebble was coward and so indifferent, he could not even stand up for himself, while Brook himself was sick. At the slightest stress, his muzzle twisted, his body was beating in convulsions, and the transformed tail mercilessly stung everything and everyone that was around.
Seeing the disappointment and total alienation in his father's eyes, Brook was hurt and sad. He didn’t understand why this was so. Why is he sick? He often asked the stars this question, but no one ever answered him.
So he decided that he would get better, make his father proud of him and his brother. He dragged Pebble along with him all the time and didn't understand why he didn't want to become better. He was mumbling all the time and when Brook let go of him, he just left. Brook was angry and offended at him, because even when he shouted hurtful words after him, he didn't pay attention to them. His brother didn't care about anything.
Brook was angry not only with his brother, but also with himself and his stupid body. He hated the fact that he couldn't fight, go on patrols and do everything that real warriors do, hated that he could not control it. However, with age, his illness manifested itself less often, but he still couldn't be a real warrior.
His father died without feeling proud of his sons. Brook didn't know what to do now. What should he do? WHAT SHOULD HE DO?

Brook saw no meaning in his life, he lived for the praise of his father, which he never received and will never receive anymore. It seems that he began to understand his brother.
Returning from patrol and finding an empty village, Brook was horrified. There is even no one else to protect.. He was so angry at the Queen, at the griffixes that they left with her, at his life, at himself... He decided that since there was no point in living anymore, then he... Then he was saved by the beautiful Bluebell. She was so kind to him that he didn't even believe her. Didn't accept it. But he no longer thought to end his life. Gradually, he got used to the kindness of the healer, it seemed already habitual to help her with herbs, sleep side by side with her and look each other in the eyes for a long time, and then feel embarrassed. It seemed to Brook that he had finally found the real meaning of life.