Conscience~
Brynmohr
Twelvestones
They walked together down into the heart of the hollow hill, through the hallways and passages where two young brothers had raced a lifetime ago. They passed the portrait hall where centuries of Firstborn kings and queens hung smug and useless.
Brynmohr gave them a defiant glare. Yes, he is back. And my brother stands with me.
“Stop frowning,” said Nihyllen. “Worry never changed a pattern.”
“It isn’t worry,” he said. “It’s obstinance.”
Nihyllen laughed. “We were a force to be reckoned with, the two of us. These past few months have made me nostalgic for what might have been.”
“You left. I stayed. Father changed.” Brynmohr shrugged. “He became obsessed with restoring Firstborn supremacy, and I became the sharpest weapon in his arsenal. His second so
