Chapter two
Failboat practiced in the Nature battlement, defeated zombies in another, read spell books in the library, even though he was busy, he could always throw in a bit of gloating whenever he was around Wincart, and it always made him feel sick.
Father took pride in anything Failboat did, so it was making Wincart feel like he wasnt important anymore, like a third wheel.
another two years...he kept saying...another two years.
Overtime, his jelousy brewed inside the pit of his stomach for his brother, sticking to the shadows, while father cast an infinite spotlight over him.
When Wincart was picking up his normal copies of potion books, he saw an old scroll, one he had never seen before, it was yellowed around the edges, and it was.. burnt?
The fading black etches were barely ledgible, they read
The Dragons curse 1
He had never seen this strange scroll before, but it gave him a feeling in the bottom of his stomach, Hope.
The new emotion began to devour the rage, and Twisted thoughts, and replacing them with vengance, and cold blooded revenge.
the more he looked at the scroll, the wider the wild grin spread across his face, and his only thoughts were..
THIS... This will show them... THIS will show them ALL!