Retribution (Part 1)

"How do you think I can possibly be?" Trion stood up abruptly, flipping his chair.

"This isn't my house anymore! You got rid of my room as if it was trash yet you kept Lith's intact. Everything here stinks of him. Your rings, your clothes, even him!" He said while pointing at Aran, making him cry.

"We didn't get rid of anything. Our room and Tista's are on the second floor, just like yours. What's wrong with this house? With your brother Aran? This is a good place where we have a good life." Elina said, her heart hurt by Trion's words.

"Of course the trash goes on the second floor, where it can't offend his majesty's eyes! I'll tell you what's wrong. You cut me out of your lives to the point that I had to learn from a stranger that I had a brother!"

"I never stopped writing to you, but my letters were always returned. According to the army, there was no Trion nor Trion Verhen…"

"And there never will be!" Trion yelled, cutting Elina short.