“What is, what is,” she says proudly, standing over the bloody and beaten man, who kneels before her.
“P-Please, Aurora, can’t you see what you’ve become? There’s st-still time, we, we can still sa-save them,” he says weakly.
“Don’t be a fool brother, it’s over. I’ve chosen my alliance, and, we have been victorious. Why not stand by my side and rule this world, we could overthrow Falgan, together.”
“No, not like this, not bitter, not twisted. You’ve become someone I don’t even know, we fought for peace, for, for something better than this, something, beautiful.”
“Grow up, for years, centuries, you two have been going at it, waging a war, a war where hundreds have died, millions even, while you two continued to be children. Under my reign, no more will die, no more will suffer, I will rule, and everyone will obey.”
“It’s wrong,” he says softly.
“No brother, it’s not wrong, you are, and, if you’ll not join me, then, I’m afraid, you must die,” she says, drawing a sword from it’s scabbard, she stares at it, as it shimmers in the light, then, looks back to him. “How fitting, that you fall beneath you’re mighty blade, which has, for countless eons protected you, given you your strength, made you, a force, a hero, who’s tales have been whispered from one to the next, who’s feats of bravery have been turned into songs, fitting, that one day, so will this.”
“P-Please, don’t do this, don’t make me…”
“Make you what? I wish to make you do nothing else, but die!” She yells, as she draws back the sword.
“T-Then, I-I, I am sorry,” he says, as he looks up from the ground, his eyes burn into her, she fells them, like hot pokers, as a tear runs down his cheek. “He who wields, commands you, strike down the imposter, take back what is mine!” He yells, suddenly she screams in pain, in agony, as the sword melts in her hand, running down her arm, and quickly encases her in a metal like casing, then, with one last muffled cry from her, it reforms to it’s shape once more, crashing to the ground before him. “I’m sorry dear sister, but, no one wields Destiny, but me,” he says, as he reaches out and grips the swords handle, the room implodes in a ball of light, and he gets powerfully to his feet, whole once more.