The Dark Chapter

Chapter 1

There was a a time when Zenok loved, loving what his life was. It contained his most beloved treasures. These treasures were so great that a king would envy them. These treasures were Zenok's sons. Drago and Gartha were what he had named them. Drago was fierce and resilient to anybody and everybody. Not one person had ever had an upper edge on him. Gartha on the other hand stuck his head in books and runic studies. He made for an easy target for others. He protected himself by becoming Zenok's favorite. While Drago showed exemplary combat skills, he was ignored and waved off. Gartha was so involved with father that when Drago took notice he became bitter and plotted an attack on him.

One night, while Zenok was away on council matters, Drago strung up his brother, tying his feet and hands together with strong rope. Drago whipped his brother so intensely, so harshly, he went into a submissive state. Drago told Gartha when he finally became submissive that he was to head to the council with him and say father was being cruel and despotic. The two boys took serveral hours heading to the council chambers  int he Dark Province  due to Gartha's injuries. The two boys approached the set of high standing double doors and flung them inward. Drago stepped through and Gartha stumbled inside eventually crashing to the floor. All the council members stared wide-eyed as Gartha returned to his feet dripping blood. Drago sneered at his father, for Drago knew Zenok didn't have a clue to what was to happen.

"What is happening my fellow council members? Why are you sitting with the ignorant. Why are you all so slyly deceived" roared Drago from the middle of the chambers.

"What are you shouting about my dear boy Drago? I should have you thrown from these chambers, but instead I sit. Now again what are you on about"  councilman Karn shouted.

"I talk about our father, councilman. The one man who could deceive anyone . His deceit has to come to an end! I'm tired of his lies. Come now brother, show the council where you've been wronged" roared Drago even louder than before.

Drago walked his brother forward. Standing there Gartha felt meek. Drago took a step back and motioned a hand towards him. Gartha then spoke.

"These are the wounds my father has imposed upon me" taking a breath and again starting, "I'm sorry father. I can't bear lying, it's wrong." 

Gartha took his cloak and then his shirt off, turning around everyone gasped. What everyone saw were the scars his brother his imposed upon him earlier. They were bloody and a mess of flesh. In the glass that encompassed the chambers the scars shone bright red and yellow. Blood dripped onto the marble floor., pooling where the boys stood.

"Zenok, what is this? Why is your boy bleeding on our sacred council floor? Explain yourself Zenok" said Karn in a demanding manner.

"Councilman Karn, I really don't  kn-" Zenok started

" Arrest him immediately. I do not want such a corrupt man on the council nor walking around our society"  councilwoman Syndra ordered to the chamber guards.

Zenok would not stand for this. He jumped from his podium seat in a rage. They would never see a trace of his sons any longer. The boys lied and betrayed the love Zenok showed for them. Zenok rushed towards the boys in full speed. Gartha watched terrified as he knew his fathers wrath would be upon him and Drago. A moment passed and Drago stepped inn front of his brother.

"Come father, I have awaited the day" Drago challenged.