The battle field was a mess of mud and dirt. Blood flowed in puddles bodies cut and sliced to pieces. Reese stood at the edge of the battle field looking out at the destruction. It was magnificent a work of art. He lifted his sword from the ground, He pointed the edge of the sword at his chest. This work of art, seeing the destruction he would be just fine to end it sourounded by his fallen Enemies and friends. Crack, Reese spun towards the noise a man stepped out of the forest behind Reese.

“Are you the one who caused this?” The man asked.

“Wha-“ Reese tried to ask, but he was cut off and the flash of a steel as a knife was flung towards his head.

Ducking he stared at the man. But only for a second then he sprung into action but it was already too late. The man meet Reese’s sword with his own. The mans eyes gray dark, Reese grasped in shock as the man pushed Reese away with the flick of his wrist. It was clear this wasn’t a fight Reese could win, But… it wasn’t possible for his to die peacefully on this battle field if he was killed. He picked up the arrent knife and flung it back at the man. The man caught it perfectly between two finger. Reese wanted to run, he really, really, really wanted to run. He took one last look at the scene behind him and made up his mind. Reese ran forward, the man predictably swung his sword downwards at Reese’s neck, Reese dogged to the right and grabbed a handful of dirt. With one swift motion he threw it into the mans eyes. The man hopped backwards blinking dirt from his eyes. Reese took the opportunity to ask a question.

“Who are you,”

“The Hero,” The man answered,

The man was full of himself, what did that make him? The villain? Ok never mind that made very much sense.

The hero came once more at Reese but this time he was faster. Reese barely managed to get his sword up to block. But the sword left deep dark cuts in his arms that left rips in the fabric of his shirt. Reese parried, and just managed to land a small cut on the hero’s foot. The hero pulled back then charged a large purple ball of magic. Reeses eyes widened, the ball impacted with his ribs forcing his ribs to bend and brake under the force. He sputtered spitting out blood, falling onto his butt. His eyes widened as the hero approached, the finally he figured it out, why the hero had caught his attention.

“Adrian…” Reese wispered but Adrian didn’t move.

“Adrian!” he called out flinging his arms out as if to hug the self proclaimed hero, Reese’s eyes widened as his fand went to the sword protruding from his middle. He looked at Adrain,

“Why? We where brothers so why?”

Adrien didn’t look at him instead he looked out a the battle field for a moment then picked up Reese’s sword and heading back into the trees. Leaving his sword still implanted in Reese.

“Why?” Reese asked one more time, body slouching forward, face pale, voice weak. His hand reached out fearfully towards his brother.

Adrian turned towards Reese one last time “you stopped being my brother when you ran away and left me.”

A look of understanding crossed Reese’s face and he grabbed the handle of the sword protruding from his middle. Then he pulled it out blood splashing everywhere. His body falling to the ground with a thump. Adrian crossed over to the body and took the necklace hung around Reeses dead neck. Then tears running down his face he disappeared into the night.