Now sitting in their castle they amassed the entire army of the dark kingdom using the power of their puppet king. After almost ten ages of dwarves elves dragons, humans, and other creatures, they would finally complete their final dream.
The youngest and the leader of the brothers asked the oldest, “You are the wisest of us all, what say you to the coming campaign?”
“I say war is a rich fool's game and the wisest course of action is to disperse our armies and save our commanders.”
You were always like father, too soft.” replied the youngest.
The middle one interjected, “It is not soft, just wise.”
“Oh so now you support this weakling behavior too?”
“No I just saying, brother, that from a logical standpoint, it is the wisest choice of action because it avoids war,” explained the oldest.
“After so long war is the only course of action,” replied the youngest whose anger was rising.
“I agree with you little brother,” said the second youngest.
“And I, too,” said the second oldest.
“Well it is decided then, to war.” said the youngest excitedly.
No one in that room saw the oldest brother draw his blade, and suddenly, like a fer de lance springing on its prey, the oldest brother challenged the youngest brother to a duel.
The oldest brother was by far the best swordsmen of all time and would be able to defeat his youngest sibling with ease. But, there is a horrible twist and true to their curse the other brothers, when the oldest was about to defeat the youngest the slipped a knife in the oldest brother’s back and threw him off the roof of the castle.
As the prince fell he thought about the thing that made him different from the other brothers he was seventeenth in line for the light kingdom’s throne.
At the end of the day, four princes were left alive…