2 Prologue

  "Bro, you can't!" Adrian shouted, his voice mixed with emotions that seemed strange coming from Gralls own mouth.

    Grall could feel a sad smile on his lips as he moved the blade closer to his throat. "I have to, my friend." Grall fumbled a bit, trying his hardest to bring Adrian's hand, his own hand, closer. "It's either you or me, and if I have to choose, then it must be you."

    As Grall spoke a sickening laughter echoed around them. "Yes." The voice said with a sick sense of amusement in his voice. "Who will it be, I wonder."

    Grall ignored the voice as he placed a hand on Adrian's blood stained face. "I'll make it quick and clean." Gralls voice sounded broken to his ears, to Adrian's ears. With the sad smile playing on his lips, he plunged the blade into Adrian's heart. The scene began to shift and Grall found himself looking down at his brother, his sword plunged into Grodaks chest.

   Grodak stared up at the man he once called brother, into his cold black eyes. He had lost all reasoning and Grodaks voice could no longer reach him. He looked down at the sword protruding from his body, a year in his eye. He held onto the sword hand with all of his strength knowing that if he let go he would die.

    "You took her away from me!" The sorrow from his cry's washed onto Grodak skin like waves as the plant life around him withered and died.

    Grodak swallowed bitter tears, he knew what he had to do to free him from this pain. He grabbed the man and brought him close whispering in his ear. "That's right." Grodak said swallowing bile as to not puke in disgust at what he was saying. "I killed her, and I'll do it again and again and again."

    Grall, Grodaks very own brother, let out a savage scream and thrust the sword deeper into Grodaks chest. As blood spelled out of Grodaks mouth the scene came to a stand still.

    The man only known as the source, looked upon the scene in front of him and smiled. "I've watched your tale from beginning to end." He said, the scene in front of him stood frozen as he spoke. "I know of what you wish to ask of me and I cannot deny that I wish I could grant it," he turned to look the orc in the eyes, "but I cannot grant you your wish, Grall."