(A/N:This is a complete rewrite, though the guys are bad... but because of a is just a prologue and the next chapter will have a bit more action.)
They stood together looking down at the carnage they'd caused. The difference between them was that one of them felt that all this damage wasn't really necessary. The other one was devoid of any guilt. Like their minds, they differed in their personalities too. One was rash as fire, destroying everything that stood between what he wanted and the other was calm as water, handling every obstacle diplomatically and peacefully. They were brothers, not by blood, but because of their shared past. A life on the streets had changed them, for better and worse. The screams of the elves and their pleas for mercy didn't move them. They had just begun their revenge.
They walked over the ashes and charred bodies, the sick sound of their boots crushing wet flesh echoed in the dead of the night. The last obstacle in they was the great wall of the library of knowledge and the seal had been broken when Lord Sandor had fallen. With no one to stop them, the two stormed into the library and began the hunt. For what they wanted, would make them undefeatable, render them unstoppable. The scroll of Fate would show them the way to their Goal. Darkar needed to be killed for his crimes and the only way to do this was to gain more power. They would do anything to avenge their losses. Even turn evil...