With each step, Diarmuid felt like he was floating… the throbbing pain at the back of his head had become worse now and he tried to fight back the pain he felt. He didn’t even notice Darren’s hand that rested on his shoulder and continued his movement ahead, the younger brother was perturbed…. All his years of knowing his brother, he had never seen him act in such a way.
“Diarmuid” he called out pulling his brother back by his hand… the violent force of the pull caused the a sharp pain in Diarmuid’s head and he turned over to the Darren with so much rage triggered by the pain.
“What?” Darren was quick enough to dodge a lightening bolt that landed right in front of him…. His brother had lost control, another extremely rare action… It was definitely clear that something was wrong with him.
