OUR SPOT // SkepHalo

Prologue (+AN)

     Just a foreword before you continue reading, some chapters will contain content that may be triggering to certain audiences. If you can, I advise you don't skip any chapters, but I will include warnings before each just incase.

     Also, this chapter will be shorter than all the chapter's to follow, since it's only the intro.

     This book also contains spoilers for 'Masked Emotions', so it's recommended you read that book before this one.

That being said, let's move on to the story. This is a plot I came up with completely on my own, so I hope you enjoy!

-Calamitous
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     " You called, brother?"

     " Yes." A middle-aged man stretched out in his bed, setting the book he was reading aside. The light of a single candle was all that illuminated the large chamber. It flickered, casting ominous shadows and causing the younger man's stomach to churn. With a wave of his hand, the servants left the room, allowing the brothers to speak more privately.

     The older of the two usually had a glimmer in his eye, setting anyone's soul at ease. But tonight, that glimmer was nowhere to be seen. He had none of his usual spark, replacing it instead with an aura of bloodlust. The younger brother feared what news his sibling might deliver next.

     " Your training," the older inquired, " how's that going?"

     " Very well, brother," the younger replied, though he specified no further. The man sighed, a cross look on his face.

     " In a week, your training increases," he announced. The younger's eyes widened.

     " Surely you jest, brother? Is my work not hard enough as is?" A bit of a tone stirred in his voice. " You cannot expect-"

     " Silence!"

     The younger clammed up immediately, knowing his place. The older man rubbed his eyes, growing weary from the youth's temper tantrum. " Your training will increase!"

     " Remember," the older man started, his voice lowering dangerously. " You cannot fail your duties."

     " Yes, brother."