One war. Two Sisters. One end.
There is no running from it. Fate shall have its way as both daughters of Stormband take to the field of battle. Each with one goal - vengeance.
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Pain is a cycle. It will feed upon itself. And it will consume all those caught within its fire.
Elven Proverb
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Whether or not Brentai got any sleep, Sheala had no idea. All she knew was, personally, she hadn't accrued a single minute for herself as the hours passed following her settling in for the evening.
Foremost for her focus was trying to formulate some semblance of an idea that could be considered a plan. And not just any old plan. But something successful enough that she could prove her value to this entire expedition beyond being a happenstance barer of one of a set of required keys.
Despite hours of desperate and intense focus, it was a goal she failed to bring to fruition.
Lost in her own thoughts, the evening in her hiding place passed far too quickly. Through gaps in the layers of hay covering her, the dawning of a new day was upon her without any progress being made. Mumbling to herself and from within the hay, Sheala eventually came back around to Brentai's remarks. "Wow them with your charm."
"What was that?" Brentai's hushed reply came to words she hadn't realized she said aloud.
Realizing he was awake, she restated her comment. "You said, wow them with your charm."
"You know I was kidding, right?"
"Yeah, I do. But that still might not be a bad idea." Her thoughts now starting to bear some fruit, Sheala needed to know one thing. "How much do you think I look like my sister?"
"What?"
"You got a good look at her, right? I know we're identical twins, but do you think I look enough like her?"
"Well, yeah." There was an obvious hesitation in Brentai's response as he was trying to figure out where Sheala was going with this. "I mean, I was pretty much nose to nose with her back on the Oracle until you came along and sent her overboard."
"And? What do you think?"
"Honestly? The very first thought that went through my mind was how similar her voice was to yours. A little more commanding, though. Like when you're really angry. And the two of you definitely look a lot alike."
