A Warlock's Dream

Transformation

The Warlock looked the boy who he used to know as his brother in the eyes. Not everyone is a warlock. Only some. Like himself, he was, he was probably lucky that he got to be a warlock. His brother hadn't been one, his brother was born a human, raised a human, had been taken away from his strange brother by their father so many years ago. Along with his sister, oh how he longed for his brother and his sister, and how he would feel,lonely. But, he was a child so he had no say on who went where, who who did what, or if his siblings would even survive being raised by this stranger. This man who was a stranger to the warlock, but not to the human boy. This man that made twin brothers forget each other. This man changed how the two would be raised. They could've been the same, maybe identical, but they weren't. The warlock would probably never live the man who stole two of his siblings down. Until something happened, there was another man, another story.

Full moons were never good, never, and the warlock knew this, his brother should've known this as well.
Another man.
Another lesson.
The warlock would never go out at night, so many possibilities that could kill him. Any thing form a werewolf attack, a vampire attack, a zombie attack, a lot of things do attack, maybe even a demon coming out of nowhere. Though the warlock knew, his brother didn't.
Bad lesson.
Sad story.
His brother had gone out one night. The moon was full as ever, it was bright, all there, not a single missing part. The warlock knew to not go out, but he didn't care what his mind said, he did what felt right to him. He knew the dangers, his brother didn't.
Dark Skies.
Moon's howling.
The warlock had to be outside, he knew something would've happened if he didn't go out. Or even if he did. He raced to the streets, the wind blowing his hair. Gasping for hair, he's a warlock he should be able to handle this. His brother couldn't.
Loud Screams.
Bloody Streets.
Full moons, oh how the warlock hated full moons they terrified him to no end. Werewolves everywhere. He looked around, like he was trying to spot something, or possibly someone. He didn't want to lose his brother. His twin brother, he didn't want to lose him more than he already had lost him. He knew these streets. His brother didn't.
Teeth Out.
Blood Dripping.
He saw his brother, torn up and bleeding, his heart pounded, he was terrified. Terrified for his ow. Life, for his brothers life, for everyone's life. But not the werewolves life. He had magic. His brother didn't.
Bright Flames.
Magic Blooms.
He could use his magic to stop the attack, but he had the risk of not only killing the werewolf but of also killing his brother. His twin brother. They shared a mother, they shared the same blood,mother shared so much. But only one got all of the power, all,of the power that he could use to protect his brother, but at the same time the magic he could use to kill his brother.
Surrounds Us.
It's Everywhere.
I took a deep breath then I shot the blue magical flames at the werewolf, doing the best I could to miss my brother. I saw them both fall, I wasn't sure who got hit. Or even if the force, or the brightness knocked them down and not the attack.
Then I saw someone rise..I saw him..It was my brother, all bloody and bruised, a small smile appeared on my face. Then it instantly disappeared when he saw me.
Loud Screams.
Terrorize.
He was screaming because he saw me, he saw who I really was..He saw me..A warlock.