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Two siblings stood face to face, the time between their lives was only a few minutes but it had been years since they had seen each other. The stench of burnt flesh and piss clung in the air between them. The younger couldn’t believe what 13 years had done to his brother.
When they were children no one but their mother could tell them apart, that had continued until the day they had manifested the gift and now the differences were startling.
Donavan had been blessed with the rare gift of Uila, one of the most powerful to be born in four generations, Markus followed in the same fashion of strength and was immediately recruited to the Brand. He had missed his older brother but as a Uila, one of the only two in the city, he had an important job to do.
Together, but still very distant, they both worked to keep the Tma away. . . it had all seemed so important. Just like when they were children he had idolized his elder, sparks of jealousy growing stronger each year but the feeling of respect remained the same.
Pulsating meat hung before him now, rasping breaths of the barely alive man and dull drugged eyes staring through him, wiped any trace of jealousy from his mind.
Markus always assumed Dovavan was living a life of luxury, while he worked and battled the dark beasts and risked his life, Donavan only needed to keep the lights on. Now standing there, his brother’s body scraped and raw with wires clipped to his sagged and rotting skin he saw the truth. His head was lolled to the side dramatically as if he simply couldn’t feel the muscles anymore in order to hold his head up.
“You’re the battery?” Markus breathed with horror gripping his heart, this was not how he thought his first day as a High Order would go. He was the most powerful Brand and it had only been a matter of time before he transcended to the ruling office; the Pire. He’d heard about the great battery over the years and had been excited at first to see it. He’d also been excited for the eventuality of seeing his long lost brother again.
But it being a him. . . A him with his own face. . . It was disturbing.
“Bru-broth-er,” the decrepit and abused human being choked out as he looked at an image of himself that had been denied to him. Markus jumped at the raw, gurgling voice, the obvious grueling effort it took just to speak causing him to heat the room with his building misty tears. The brothers stared at each other in the shocked silence, the movements and noise forever denying that this was a horrific hallucination to them both, the situation did not feel real until Donovan spoke
. They had to take an extra moment to process what the years had done to them.
“Hel-help me.” His elder brother begged in agony his head swinging forward like his bones had been removed. Like a flopping pile of festering disease and torment. Markus didn’t even need to think.