Brothers of the Scar: Revised

Prologue

"Bro, you can't do this!" Adrian shouted, his voice mixed with emotions that seemed strange, coming from Grall's mouth.

Grall could feel an uneven smile appear across his face as he moved the blade closer to his throat. "I have to, my friend," Grall says, fumbling a bit, trying his hardest to bring Adrian's hand closer. "It's either you or me, and if I have to choose, then it must be you."

As Grall spoke, a sickening cackle echoed around them. "Yes." The voice said with a sick sense of amusement in his voice. "Who will it be, I wonder." the voice said with a grating tone.

Grall ignored the voice as he placed a hand on Adrian's mutilated face. "I'll make it quick and clean." Grall's voice sounded broken to his ears, to Adrian's ears. With the sad smile playing on his lips, he plunged the blade into Adrian's heart. The scene began to shift, and Grall found himself looking down at his brother, his sword plunged into Grodak's chest.

Grodak stared up at the man he once called brother, into his cold black eyes. He had lost all reasoning, and Grodak's voice could no longer reach him. He looked down at the sword protruding from his body, a year in his eye. He held onto the sword hand with all of his might, knowing that if he let go, he would die.

"You took her away from me!" The sorrow from his cry's washed onto Grodak skin like waves as the plant life around him withered and died.

Grodak swallowed bitter tears; he knew what he had to do to free him from this pain. He grabbed the man and brought him close, whispering in his ear. "That's right," Grodak said, swallowing bile as to not puke in disgust at what he was saying. "I killed her, and I'll do it again and again and again."

Grall, Grodak's very own brother, let out a savage howl and thrust the sword deeper into Grodak's chest, twisting the blade. As blood gushed out of Grodak's mouth, the scene came to a standstill.

The man, only known as the source, looked upon the scene in front of him and smiled. "I've watched your tale from beginning to end." He said, pausing to think. "I know of what you wish to ask of me, and I cannot deny that I wish I could grant it," he turned, looking coldly into the orc's eyes, "but I cannot grant you your wish, Grall."