Chapter 12

-Darius-

My brother didn’t appreciate my words, and I understood, but he needed to see that it wasn’t going to end well if he thought going after the Dark Ones was a good idea. At least not if he thought of striking them in their own territory. It would only end up with him getting killed.

"But you spoke with me once about how you might get even stronger if you fought on their land," he reminded me, as if I could remember that conversation.

"Me, I would get stronger. Not the rest."

"But it might be enough?"

"Am I going single man?" I asked, thinking that was an even worse idea.

"No, you wouldn't, but you could guide the rest of us through it all."

"Brother, I don’t think it’s a good idea. Listen to me. They are too powerful on that side," I explained.

He sighed, leaning back and seeming disappointed. Was my brother a man who liked wars? Who liked to be known for something "great", which was really just bloody? I couldn’t believe it, and I didn’t believe our father had raised him to be