Carthispire

4

(Author's note: I still have no idea what this story is about. A lot of other writers think that's stupid, but I just let the people I create, tell the story when I write. I hate writing outlines because it never works. I usually don't have a good direction until chapter 5 or 6; sometimes not until 7. And I'm pretty sure this story looks boring, but just wait. I'll think of a lot of things. So just keep reading, there is a gem in here somewhere. Though, I may go insane from hearing my brother grind his teeth because I literally am writing this at 1:36 at night.)

I went outside and I found Zekiel sitting in the grass looking up at the sky. He said, "Brima, did you ever read old world Bibles or our Bibles for that matter?"

"No." I replied sitting down next to him, "Not in depth. Parts for reach papers and such."

"They believed that black winged, Winged, were evil. And white winged means good." He said, "What if I am evil?"

"Evil isn't born, it's taught." I assured to him what I thought about him, "Think about my younger brothers. They called you rude only after I did. They didn't see you as bad. They just reaped me."

"If that is true then I was still taught by my father about this world. He is evil. Do you know what he did? He was the highest ranking general in the Great War. He was the brother of Beoith. The first dark elf. He burned down towns and looked the other way when civilians burned to their death. They were just another number to him. Beoith ordered him to wipe out cities with powerful bombs and release a virus making people mindless slaves. In history, he is known as the Harbinger of Evil! And I!" He stood up and pointed at himself, "I am his son! Maybe your brother is right."

"How are you evil? You came here to give possible war plans to the light. By doing that, you've saved so many people already. Also, you could have left me for dead and out of fear ran. You stayed and sought out help for me. If you really are evil, then you're horrible at it." I stood up and pushed him, "You really think you're some kinda bad guy! Show me!"

"Get out of my face!"

"No!" I pointed at him, "Why are you hero types always sulking! If you're so evil then give me a reason!"

"Brima!" He yelled, "Stop it! You shouldn't be picking fights when you have been bitten by-

I put a lighting spell in one hand and a fire spell in another, "I still don't see evil in you buddy boy!"

"What do you want from me?!" He shouted in my face, "What are you going to do? Burn me to a crisp?"

"Maybe!" I said. I then couldn't move and knew he was working his magic on me. We stared each other down. I said, "Do something you motherfucker."

He came closer to me and said in my ear, "You have no idea what I could do to you. I'm not going to though."

"You're scared because I don't see the evil in you. Maybe deep down you want to be evil, just like daddy." I smirked, "You can't hurt me though. You wouldn't want to live with that."

Adien came outside and yelled, "Zeckiel stop it! Let my sister go or so help me."

We stared at eachother and he said letting me go, "Don't you dare push me like that again, or else."

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My mother started to yell at me and started to yell in mixed elvin language, "Veronic Brima! Tuish li'ker apologize vinsa Zeckiel."

"Mom-"

"I'm am drissiple pernect him! Then you go out and try to get him to what?"

"I'm tired of him sulking." I sighed.