The Two Brothers

A hushed silence fell over the woods. The usual chill of nightfall, carried by a gentle breeze flowed through Albern’s thick, brown hair as he watched the evening light fade away to darkness.

"Pleasant place to meet," said a man, leaning against a tree, sharpening his dagger with a rock.

Albern slid his sword from out of its scabbard, admiring its beauty. He held it up against the moonlight, four symbols pressed down upon his eyes, th. . .