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It bothered him. He didn't want to admit it. But it really did bother him. Why did his brother do this? Risk his own life to love someone, someone he had once hated with the very depths of his dark soul. Someone who he had once had vicious ideas of killing and stringing in front of Imarlthera for all the world to see. But now, now things were different. He missed his mentor, his hard, cold, evil, dark brother. The brother that beat him down when he started to go high, the one to pull him apart when he had light ideas. Maybe he should have done the same? No, Tynan was stronger, older, harder to beat. He knew it, and he knew their Father knew it too. Tynan was stronger then them both. That was why his Father feared Tynan, but he had never felt afraid himself. He had always known he had a little control on his brother, since even though his brother was dark and evil; he also had a protective side, which Hadrian played off of. But as she came into Tynan's life and started to pull him from the dark abyss that was trapping his soul, Hadrian was losing the control he had on his brother. And he didn't like it.
"Hadrian! Get up! We have a battle to fight!" Tynan's voice filtered through the door.
"And Elves to kill! I am up!" he yelled back.
"Did you get any sleep last night, or were you thinking about the battle all night?" Tynan teased as he came into the room.
"Just like you didn't," Hadrian commented.
Tynan's half smile disappeared, "You saw?"
"I saw her, if that is what you mean."
"I suppose you knew before this."
"I did, and so does Father."
"I know. Its his favorite chain to tug."
"You wouldn't have to worry about it if you didn't love."
Tynan sighed, and a sad look entered his face, "I would be dead if I couldn't love, Hadrian. I wish you could, but I fear it is almost too late to save your heart and soul."
"How do you know if I ever had them?"
"You have them, Hadrain, they are buried in the depths of your dark being, but you have them. I only hope that one day you realize that," Tynan said, and then walked from his room.
Hadrian stared after him, and then quickly gathered his battle armor and weapons. He didn't need this. Tynan was a fool to love. The only thing in life that was dependable was blood, war, and pain, that was it.
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It bothered him. He didn't want to admit it. But it really did bother him. Why did his brother do this? Risk his own life to love someone, someone he had once hated with the very depths of his dark soul. Someone who he had once had vicious ideas of killing and stringing in front of Imarlthera for all the world to see. But now, now things were different. He missed his mentor, his hard, cold, evil, dark brother. The brother that beat him down when he started to go high, the one to pull him apart when he had light ideas. Maybe he should have done the same? No, Tynan was stronger, older, harder to beat. He knew it, and he knew their Father knew it too. Tynan was stronger then them both. That was why his Father feared Tynan, but he had never felt afraid himself. He had always known he had a little control on his brother, since even though his brother was dark and evil; he also had a protective side, which Hadrian played off of. But as she came into Tynan's life and started to pull him from the dark abyss that was trapping his soul, Hadrian was losing the control he had on his brother. And he didn't like it.
"Hadrian! Get up! We have a battle to fight!" Tynan's voice filtered through the door.
"And Elves to kill! I am up!" he yelled back.
"Did you get any sleep last night, or were you thinking about the battle all night?" Tynan teased as he came into the room.
"Just like you didn't," Hadrian commented.
Tynan's half smile disappeared, "You saw?"
"I saw her, if that is what you mean."
"I suppose you knew before this."
"I did, and so does Father."
"I know. Its his favorite chain to tug."
"You wouldn't have to worry about it if you didn't love."
Tynan sighed, and a sad look entered his face, "I would be dead if I couldn't love, Hadrian. I wish you could, but I fear it is almost too late to save your heart and soul."
"How do you know if I ever had them?"
"You have them, Hadrain, they are buried in the depths of your dark being, but you have them. I only hope that one day you realize that," Tynan said, and then walked from his room.
Hadrian stared after him, and then quickly gathered his battle armor and weapons. He didn't need this. Tynan was a fool to love. The only thing in life that was dependable was blood, war, and pain, that was it.
