The sound of metal clashing sounded throughout the deserted hall. Skie jumped backward, narrowly avoiding a downward strike from his brother. Krenush stood up, looking at him with pure hatred. “Bastard! You killed mother, and think you can just act like it never happened!” Skie trembled as his brother shouted at him. “Brother, it was an accident, I didn’t mean it.” “I don’t care! You murdered her!” Krenush growled.
He rushed Skie, shouting as he prepared to swing at his brother’s head. Skie blocked the blow, but just barely. He felt his head jolt from the impact of their swords. “I don’t want to fight you. We can’t pit family against each other. Father wouldn’t like it.” Skie pleaded, which prompted Krenush to growl low and deep in his throat. “Don’t you dare say that! Father would kill you if he still lived!” Skie grew increasingly distressed “Brother, please see reason.” Krenush pushed against Skie with all his might, throwing him into a wall, his brothers left wing snapping satisfyingly. He set upon Skie in an instant, his Bright Fire cutting through Skie’s scales and flesh, covering his blade with blood.
As he began to lose hope, Skie felt a power well up within him. He focused all his power to pushing his brother back, hoping to at recuperate, if only for a second. As his power focused, he felt Dente Draconum stir, then saw Barsunka, the spirit that inhabited the sword, appear before him, holding another sword towards his brother. “Rest child, I shall handle this.” Krenush growled at the newcomer. Barsunka rushed forward, pushing Krenush back easily, defending his master.
Skie tried to sit up, but this proved too difficult, so settled for sitting with his back against the wall, holding his hands over his wounds, healing them with difficulty. He fixed most everything, except for a rather large gash in his back, it being too deep for him to want to attempt healing it. He looked up to see his brother lose two of his fingers, and subsequently be disarmed.
Barsunka held his blade to Krenush’s throat, then pulled it away slightly, muttering “Leave, before I change my mind.” He then faded away, returning to his resting place within Dente Draconum. Krenuhs glared at Skie, then ran off, finally admitting defeat. He sighed, overcome with sadness and exhausted. He wished he could talk sense into his brother, but he had always been like that, especially when Barsunka did not respond to him, instead choosing Skie as his master. He let exhaustion overcome him, slipping into unconsciousness.