A/N: The first three drabbles take place when Malistaire and Cyrus are in their early to mid teens, and the last one takes place just after the Death school has dropped below the rest of Ravenwood.
"We've been questing for a while now," Gloria said. "Do you want to sit down?"
"That would be ideal," Cyrus replied.
"How come you never just say yes?" Gloria asked.
Cyrus shook his head. "Honestly, I have no-"
Suddenly he stopped and clutched his right arm. The Conjurer gritted his teeth, but wound up crying out anyway.
"Cyrus, are you okay?" Gloria asked worriedly.
He nodded. Just then, he got a whisper from Sylvia all the way in Wysteria.
"Cyrus, Malistaire just lost a battle," said the Theurgist's panicked voice. "I think he broke his arm!"
"Which arm was it?"Cyrus whispered back.
"That's hardly relevant,"said Sylvia's voice.
"Just tell me."
"His right."
"Is he okay other than that?"
"I-I think so,"Sylvia whispered uncertainly.
"Alright. I'll be there as soon as possible."
"Who was it?" Gloria asked, assuming he hadn't just spaced out.
"Sylvia," Cyrus replied. "Malistaire broke his arm."
"Yikes," Gloria said. "Not fun. What was going on with yourarm just then?"
Cyrus chuckled. "Sometimes I really hate twinstincts."
"So if I defeated one of you in a PvP battle," Sylvia said thoughtfully, "I'd actually beat both of you?"
"Not necessarily," Cyrus explained. "If you were to hit Malistaire with a centaur, I'd probably feelthe attack, but my health wouldn't decrease."
Gloria kicked Malistaire's shins under the table.
"Ow!" both boys yelled.
"What was that for?" Malistaire demanded.
"Just an experiment," Gloria replied, calmly sipping her milkshake. "Sorry, guys."
Malistaire gave her an I-cannot-believe-you stare, while Cyrus simply looked befuddled.
"Honestly?" Cyrus asked.
Gloria nodded. "I wanted to see if you were lying."
"I hate you," Cyrus said.
Gloria smiled innocently.
"Malistaire, shut up!" Cyrus yelled irritably. "When you get shocked, both of us do!"
"It's not my fault you pissed a Diviner off," Malistaire said. Electricity coursed through his body and both brothers seized up.
"That I pissed a Diviner off?" Cyrus asked. "You'rethe one who interfered."
"He was beating you senseless," Malistaire protested. "I had to do something!"
The boys seized up again as Malistaire was electrocuted.
"And that 'something' got us chained together and electrocuted," Cyrus deadpanned. "Nice going."
"I can't believe you," Malistaire said. "I punched the guy who was on the verge of giving you a concussion, and what do I get? Not a thank you."
Cyrus rolled his eyes.
Electricity shot through him and the twins seized up again.
"This is the last time I help you out of a tight spot," Malistaire said.
Gloria stared down the chasm that used to be the Death school. "Do you think he's…?"
Cyrus shook his head. "Knowing my brother, it's likely to be much worse. Besides, I'd know if he were dead."
"How?" Gloria asked.
"Twinstincts," Cyrus replied dryly.