The blast had knocked the wind out of him, and he could feel blood trickling from his nose. He struggled to his feet, searching the clearing for his brother. Would it be worth it to try to make him see reason? He was powerful, after all. If he could be swayed, then all of this could be forgotten, and they could leave these woods as true brothers.
They argued. He tried, desperately, but his brother would not see the error in his thinking.
He pulled the knife from the inside of his robes, not bothering to keep it hidden. "Will you fight me then?" His brother was too weak to stand properly. It would be a quick fight. And a quick death.
"No. Just kill me. I've grown too tired of our fighting."
So he did.
The knife slid through his flesh effortlessly. His brother's eyes widened at the sudden pain.
He stepped back as his brother fell to his knees. But he never stopped looking into those eyes. And within them, he was sure he could see his own reflection.
After a moment, his brother collapsed to the ground and his breathing stopped. The pool of blood around him was impressive, for someone so small and frail.
His brother's soul left him, and it was done.
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The Azimar Archives Book One- The Book of Death
FantasiTwo brothers opposed. A knight faced with an impossible choice. And a Gifted witch, capable of Seeing glimpses of an uncertain future. They alone might change the world of Azimar. For better, or for worse. Mothlenor, fearing an end to humanity, will...
