The pain of it all suddenly caused another rush of memories, ones older than many of the stars that populated the cosmos.
Alister... No... Sonoris had been stabbed like that back then, in the exact same way.
They hovered in the endless bounds of space, golden blood drifting, a golden crown resting loosely on his head, and behind him, Alameck held their father's sword in hand, had run him through the back, piercing his heart. Alameck himself also looked bloodied.
One could easily tell from the sight that both brothers had fought for an unknown length of time.
Alameck gritted his teeth as he pulled out the sword, golden cracks rippling around his body as he spoke words that perhaps he didn't truly believe at the time.
"I hate you, Sonoris, with every fiber of my being."
But then again… Alister's memories fluttered as he wondered, was that really what he said?
Some part of him wished to know how it all started, so his memories shifted again.
Soon, the scene changed.
