Believe in Me

As the rain poured down, he felt more and more alone. The field he was in had a slowly steeped hill, where he sat at the top. He was trembling violently and crying. On his knees, he held his face in his hands.
After a moment, he heard a familiar voice.
"What are you doing in a place like this? Weren't you supposed to touch the sky?" 
The man said with a off centered smile.

The rain nearly drowned the voice out. They were both soaked through, but didn't seem to notice.
"I can't...I can't do this!"  He yelled.  "Its no use..."
The ground was soaked beneath the two, and his knees sunk into the dirt some.
"No use?" The man asked.
"I can't do this! You have to do it...I need to go back!

He took his hands off his face and looked up just in time to see a fist.
"Snap out of it!" Yelled the man, punching him square in the face with force. He fell back on the ground, water and dirt splashing his face.
Motionless, he stared up at the man..."Brother? What was that for?" The noise of the rain seemed to dissipate when his smiling brother replied in a quiet and confident voice: "Listen. When you've lost your way, and you have lost hope, don't believe in yourself. Believe in me, who believes in you."

He hesitated, and then asked: "What do you mean?"

His brother picked him up and stood him on his feet. Pointing at his little brother's heart, he told him: "Whether it's called laughable or unreasonable, this is the path you choose. If there is a wall in the way, you will break it down. If there is no path ahead, you will carve one with your own hands. Like a fire in your heart, and power in your hands, everlasting and unbreakable. Forget the impossible, and throw away reason. That is who you will be." His brother's eyes shined with confidence and power, stirring something deep inside him.
He was silent now, no longer trembling. The rain still poured down, but he didn't feel it. A smile slowly slid across his face. "Alright, brother. I understand."
His brother replied with his usual confident smile, grabbed his shoulder, and said: "Touch the sky, little brother."
As he said those words, his brother was gone. Standing alone again, he looked around him at the field and foothills that surrounded him. Far in the distance, the mountains loomed like monsters, behemoths of ancient times.
"I'll follow this path. Even if it proves to be my grave, I'll follow it. I'll touch the sky."

"Thank you, brother."