Kiyan laid on the bed, in the room he and his brother were given. He placed his left arm on his forehead whilst staring up at the ceiling that was barely visible due to the darkness that slowly covered the earth.
"What do we make of this?" He groaned a bit and then let out a sigh.
All their lives they had thought that perhaps there was some heinous crime linked to their family. Now, they know what truly transpired, they felt an unfamiliar rising emotion in them.
It rose quickly from a small fire into an inferno completely consuming them. They didn't know what to make of what they felt.
"In the end it's a tainted image. But a falsely accused one. We went through all that because everyone decided to turn a blind eye to the truth." Raten said softly, sounding distant.
Raten stood by the window looking into town. But he saw nothing but darkness. His mind was nowhere close to the things his eyes were fixed upon.
"Hate is passed down from generation to generation for nearly four whole centuries, why and for what?" His voice cracked a bit.
"I thought even if it was a little, the reason would give a little justice to their actions."
Kiyan turned his head to look at his brother.
"Justify their actions?" He raised a brow. "Really Raten? There is no story on earth that can justify the act of plotting an innocent child's death!" Kiyan said. Rage seeping through his veins.
His chest rose and fell quickly as he took in deep breaths. Aggravated by a memory he wished was lost. Each time he remembered it, he felt like he was reliving a nightmare, reliving a day in hell.
Raten turned to look at his brother.
"It is unforgivable." He looked out the window again. "The spider." He whispered and fell on his bum. He curled up and trembled.
Kiyan hurried over to him and held him.
"Hey, what did I say about that? It's never happening again."
"They caused it. You.. they.." Raten looked up at the face that resembled his and this time a lone tear escaped his eye and fell.
"I'm sorry." Kiyan apologized with his head fallen.
Neither of them said anything after that and just kept staring at seemingly nothing. Trying to keep hurtful memories at bay, they eventually retired to sleep.
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The stars and moon had blessed the skies with their beauty as they illuminated through the darkness as cracks formed in a blackhole forcing in some light.
Light that seemed to be missing from the lives of his sons.
Agnar stood on a hill staring into the distance. His face was expressionless as it is most of the time. Behind him, two figures began walking out of the darkness.
"The spell she cast was actually this strong? It took us eleven years to find you." One of the figures said. His tone of speaking was calm.
"You're alone? Did your psychotic self really get rid of them, or nemesis got to them first?" The other figure asked, trying to get a reaction from Agnar.
"That's going too far." The first man clicked his tongue.
Agnar sat down gently on the grass and rested on the rock behind him.
"Really, old man? We finally find you after all this time and you ignore us? That's no way to treat family." The second one spoke up again.
With every word that left their lips, they moved closer to Agnar who couldn't care less.
"I even brought some wood with me. Let's have a campfire," one of them said rather cheerfully and caused the logs of wood that floated on air beside him to lay in front of Agnar.
He set the wood on fire bringing light to the place and revealing their features.
The one who brought the wood had grey hair which fell to his back. Although he had a few visible wrinkles on his skin, he looked to be in his mid thirties and often acted even younger.
He had a nicely trimmed beard growing from his sides, down to his jaw. On his left eye, he wore an eye patch. An accessory worn by one of the first three wizards - One-eye.
"Still ignoring us, hey?" One-eye's lips curved downwards a bit forming a small frown.
Agnar was yet to look their way.
"Fine.." the other man with them muttered with a sigh. "We didn't know which you would want more, so we brought booze and wine," he said and dropped two barrels gently on the floor.
One filled with booze, and the other with wine.
"You've known me for three hundred years and you still don't know that I would I prefer none over the other. Just give them both to me." Agnar said. A grin spread across his face.
The second one present, Raymond, looked a little younger compared to the other two. Although in actuality, he was the oldest of the three.
His hair still retained its jet black colour but showed signs of turning grey at the ends. The most conspicuous thing about him was the scar that ran from his right jaw, cutting across his nose and vertically slanting to the left side of his forehead.
"You should have brought the drinks first and not try to start a conversation with me," said Agnar who was already gobbling down the intoxicating liquid right from the bottle.
"Tell me you brought meat as well."
"Another night Agnar, we're here to discuss something important." One-eye replied.
The mood became serious immediately.
"First tell us Agnar, are they...?" Raymond asked, holding back the last word.
"Alive and well," Agnar answered Raymond's unfinished question. "They're currently at that old varmint's house."
One-eye immediately raised a brow in concern and slammed the chug full of wine down at the ground. From concern to anger to worry.
"What did you just say?!" He shouted in question, hoping he misheard. Hoping the twins were not with Demas.