Unworthy
Koschei violantly thrashed in his father and uncle's grasp, all to no evail. Their iron grips stayed clasped over his arms, holding him up in the air.
"Theta!" Koschei yelled as he was carryed away. "Theta I'm sorry!"
He turned only to see the young blonde haired boy pushed into the ground. Koschei's brothers, huge beasts of muscle, hoisted Theta up, only to punch him down. His face was already covered in blood.
"Leave him alone!" Koschei screamed, pulling against his captors with all his strength. "Please!"
His father grabbed him by the hair and pulled him closer, his mouth in his ear.
"He needs to be taught a lesson," he hissed. "No Lungbarrow is allowed to enteract with Oakdown blood. They are not worthy."
Koschei ground his teeth and roared. "I hate you!"
"The feeling is mutual," he spat back.
Looking back at his friend, hot tears rolling down his cheeks, Koschei gave one last, barbaric scream, before vanishing around the corner. His brothers, after kicking Theta one last time, followed.
Theta spat blood on the floor, and his tear filled eyes looked to where his friend was dragged away.
"Koschei…" he murmered, before slipping into blackness.