It was night and the wind had began to stir. I was standing at the edge of the path, taking in my surroundings. The wind pushing past me, sweeping my hair back, and caressing my face. Giving me chills, making me think back to the warmth I had left for the lulling dream-like siren song. As I looked up I saw the dark form of the thing whose song had awoken me, calling me to battle. The very thing I thought to have loved. I was looking up at the dark, shadowy form as the wind whipped around him and the glint of the moon of his eyes made him look all the more otherworldly. I was looking into the face of my brother...
