Cordial tones ring out through the stille air. ryghann looked with disdain at his brother, mocking eyes, bared teeth, bloodied hands. He had been searching, waiting, plotting his brother's death. Burried into darkness, flourishing with hate, Ryghann had come prepared for the end.
Years of solitude had been a harsh master, and harsher yet were the frigid gales of the unending winters, filled with sickness and death. The part of Ryghann that had cared for good died now so long ago.
Back to the present, Ryghann strikes with venemous fury. The brother is hurt. Where did this come from? Such righteous hatred, such dark eyes filled with the cold dread of winter? "What happened?" the brother calls. His eyes fill with tears of uncertainty over whether to fight back or not. How can anyone make the choice of death?
Ryghann strikes again, wounding penetration. The brother falls to one knee. Ryghann call out, "Pitiful! You are a nothing to me." He strikes again, but only to meet a counter. His brother's eyes stream with tears.
Ryghann feels the cool metal inside his body. He feels the warm blook trickle down his stomach. He did it. The brother had killed his closest friend; no, not a friend, but his brother. Ryghann realizes, he did it. He released himself. A last smile, a salute, to his brother. He had always protected his brother, but now forced him to protect himself. Ryghann thinks again, "Was it worth it?" Ryghann slips from exsistance smiling. He succeded his mission. His brother was ready. Ready to walk on his own...
~Made for Ryghann by Dervish Assasin~
 Ryghann · Fri Jan 18, 2008 @ 04:51am · 0 Comments |
