Father changed since we both last saw him at the age of six, he now had white, spiky hair with a medium beard, he grew more bulky and stronger, his eyes were steel grey eyes but they were now angrier? No the word would be livid.
Father took out his bow and placed an arrow there then he shot an orc standing beside Freikron.
Freikron scowled, "Hamkrich…. So this yer so called army Brockin? Hah!"
Hamkrich smiles, "Come'on yer know me well 'nough! When have I ever gone alone?"
A range of arrows shot into a few of Freikron's orcs – ten of them died instantly.
"Men come forth!" Hamkrich roared out. A dozen or so men came next to Hamkrich.
Freikron bellowed, "Well? Fight yer worthless scum!"
And just like that, a sort of battle broke through. I took out my sword and ran forwards - slashing, stabbing, plunging, bashing, striking against the orcs. Freikron yelled out, "Get the child!"
Suddenly, a group of hands stretched out and took hold of me, "Oi!" I cried out. But about five or so orcs held me and dragged me along until I was in front of Freikron.
"I shall have the pleasure of destoryin' yer!" Freikron spat. But he didn't – all of the sudden an arrow flew past my hair and through Freikron's left eye – causing him to scream in pain. Freikron suddenly grabbed me with an arm and pulled me away so that he could escape with me from the battle. With my free hand, I took out my sword but Freikron took the sword with his hand and squeezed it so hard that it was crushed by his strength. I must have looked shocked because when he looked at me, he laughed, "Aye, I've git some strength!"
"Hold right there!" A voice cried out. I turned around and saw that it was Brockin.
"Brockin!" I whimpered. Freikron squeezed my arm until it hurt too much.
"Freikron, yer want me not me brother."
"Yer willin' ter be captured by me rather than yer brother…?" Freikron scowls.
Brockin scowls back, "Of course. Take me, I'll go willingly…"
"Brockin… Don't! Yer can't!" I shrieked.
"Don't worrit, little brother." Brockin smiled as if he was calm.
Freikron gives a sly grin then he drops me and walks towards Brockin. "Very well. But tis time I aint takin' any chances…"
"Wat yer meen?" Brockin says, eyes widening in fear.
"Tis." Freikron took out his blade and stabbed Brockin at his chest and through his shoulder– blood poured out rapidly.
"Brockin!" I screamed – in fear that he would die.
Brockin spits out, "Little brother… Run…" Then he collapsed to the ground – falling to unconsciousness. Freikron then turned towards me and I knew instantly that he was going to strike me next. I didn't know how Brockin would know but I heeded his warning – I sprinted like mad.
I sobbed while running – I just lost my brother… My best friend… The only person who cared for me, looked after me – my brother… Was he dead? I feared so, why did he volunteer himself? Why? It should have been me! I paused when I thought I lost him then I fell to my knees and stared at the sky above me – thinking about Brockin.