Until the Deed is Done

Chapter 1

(Continued)
  "... attacking people of the clan, too. The only one able to stop the elder brother was the younger who was the only one equal in strength. The parents of the two had protested that the elders was responsible for the eldest son carnage by some evil deed, and that now they were condemning their youngest son ta a life of condemnation, and expulsion from the clans. However, the order was given and the younger son didn't want anything ta happen ta his parents, obeyed. Hoping that they would live on, continue fighting against the elders, but as soon as the youth left the home, hunting down his elder brother, the rest of the family was annilated. The youth never knew what had happened as he was set out ta stop his rampaging brother at all cost.
   It took 3 months of tracking ta finally catch up with his brother and when they finally confronted each other, the curse was then past on ta the youth. Trying ta stop his brother without conflict was nay longer an option, cause now both was cursed with the bloodlust and fighting till the death was the only thing in their feverish minds..." At this Rafael again slammed his fist against the windowsill and Dev now knew for sure it was broken. The others stared at the once quiet, stoic youth, not able to believe at the show of violence tho even if it was on Devryon's windowsill. Dev sigh raggedy and said to his long time friend, "Raf, maybe I should stop?" But he shook his head negatively. He then stood up on the creaking sill. At this Devryon waved a hand, "Raf, wait! This is the 3rd floor for cripes sake! What if someone sees ya?!" But Rafael leaped on out, the others had jumped up, rushing to the window, thinking their friend had leaped to his death, only to see him land on his feet like a large cat and run off into the woods that surrounded the school's dormitories.
   "What the... Hey, Devryon, how'd he..." Gerryk was about to ask but when they look back at Dev, there was a haunted look in his amber eyes. "Dev?" The ebony headed young man just sighed for the 5th time since he started telling them a different version of an old antique legend... At this, Devryon laughed, tho the sound was tinged in sadness.
   "Dev?" Annalli asked this time, he just waved them back to their seats. Right then a knock came upon his door. He went to open it as the others took to their seats again. A trolley with tea, sandwiches and cakes on the top shelf, dishes and silverware on the 2nd one, was pushed in. Dev pushed it on into the room and waited for them to help theirselves. After they settled back into their seats, taking only a cup of tea, began to start back on the story where he left off. However, Ayako forestalled him with a few questions...
   " What's goin'on Dev? How did Raf jump from your 3rd story window and run off like it was nothing? We know he's in great shape and all, but so am I and I know I couldn't do that without limping away with an injured ankle, foot or leg for that matter. And why are you telling us about this old legend? What has it got to do with you and Raf?" The long braided youth asked. Devryon looked at him and frowned, these questions were not quite what he'd expected from the oriental youth.
   "Then sit there an' let meh finish. However, ye have forgotten one thing... and ye all will understand why at the end of this telling. But I must say that I am impressed with your questions. So shall I go on?" Not satisfied with the response to his questions, but with the others, Ayako nodded his head. Dev took a sip of his tea and began...
   "Now, where was I... oh yeah, both brothers being cursed, fought till the  younger one prevailed. Killing his own brother, which in the clans, killing one's own kin, was taboo, ill omen and the such. Which as his parents had said, was the results of condemnation of expulsion from the clans, an outcast with no clan, no people, no family. The elders tried to have him caught, tried and thrown out... but they had forgotten one thing, that youth had just killed the only other person that was his match in strength, so now they saw the errors of their ways..."
    (Pg 3)