Brother Against Brother
840 Words
The storm raged outside.
Rain crashed against the ruined monastery.
Lightning illuminated the shattered chamber.
Yet neither brother moved.
Neither spoke.
The Architect was gone.
But the damage he left behind remained.
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Adrian stared into the darkness where the Architect had disappeared.
His jaw tightened.
"He always did enjoy dramatic exits."
Kairo remained silent.
Watching.
Waiting.
Because there was only one question that mattered.
And both men knew it.
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Finally—
Kairo spoke.
"Tell me the truth."
The words echoed through the chamber.
Adrian closed his eyes.
For several seconds, he said nothing.
Then—
he laughed.
Not because anything was funny.
Because he was exhausted.
Fifteen years of exhaustion.
Fifteen years of running.
Fifteen years of carrying secrets alone.
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"You think I betrayed them."
His voice was calm.
"Don't you?"
Kairo didn't answer.
That silence was answer enough.
Adrian nodded slowly.
"I would think the same."
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A flash of lightning illuminated his face.
For the first time, Kairo noticed something.
Scars.
Not ordinary scars.
Torture scars.
Dozens of them.
Running across Adrian's neck and hands.
Old wounds.
Years old.
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Adrian noticed where Kairo was looking.
A bitter smile appeared.
"The Architect gave me those."
Kairo's eyes narrowed.
"What happened?"
Adrian looked toward the storm.
And finally began speaking.
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"Fifteen years ago..."
"The night the Throne fell..."
"I wasn't running away."
His voice lowered.
"I was hunting a traitor."
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Kairo froze.
Adrian continued.
"The Council discovered evidence."
"Someone high-ranking was leaking information."
"Entire operations were being compromised."
"Safehouses were being exposed."
"Agents were disappearing."
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The pieces began falling into place.
Slowly.
Painfully.
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"I tracked the leaks for months."
Adrian clenched his fists.
"And eventually..."
"I found him."
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Silence.
The storm seemed quieter somehow.
Even the wind felt distant.
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"Who was it?"
Kairo asked.
Adrian looked directly at him.
His answer came immediately.
"I never found out."
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Kairo frowned.
"What?"
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"The Architect attacked first."
Adrian's expression darkened.
"The moment I got close..."
"The m******e began."
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Memories flooded back.
Fire.
Screams.
Blood.
The destruction of the Throne.
The death of thousands.
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Adrian's voice became colder.
"Everything happened too fast."
"The Council died."
"The fortress fell."
"The archives burned."
"And I was captured."
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For the first time—
anger appeared in his eyes.
Pure hatred.
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"The Architect kept me alive."
Kairo remained silent.
Listening.
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"For fifteen years."
Adrian laughed bitterly.
"Fifteen years."
"He wanted information."
"He wanted access codes."
"He wanted names."
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Another flash of lightning.
Another glimpse of old scars.
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"And when I finally escaped..."
His expression hardened.
"I discovered something."
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Kairo waited.
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"The traitor is still alive."
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Silence.
Absolute silence.
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Outside the monastery.
Marcus, Elias, and Seraphina listened through communication devices.
None of them spoke.
Because the implications were horrifying.
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If Adrian was telling the truth—
then the traitor had spent fifteen years hiding.
Fifteen years growing stronger.
Fifteen years manipulating events.
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Kairo finally broke the silence.
"Do you have proof?"
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Adrian reached into his coat.
Marcus immediately tensed through the communicator.
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But Adrian simply removed a small black device.
A data drive.
Old.
Damaged.
Ancient.
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He tossed it toward Kairo.
Kairo caught it.
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"The final report."
Adrian's voice was calm.
"The last investigation before the massacre."
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Kairo stared at the drive.
The object looked insignificant.
Yet it might contain answers everyone had been searching for.
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Suddenly—
Seraphina's voice exploded through the communicator.
"Kairo!"
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Everyone froze.
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"Kairo, get out now!"
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The urgency in her voice was unmistakable.
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Marcus grabbed his headset.
"What happened?"
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Several seconds of silence followed.
Then Seraphina answered.
And for the first time since meeting her—
she sounded afraid.
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"Someone else is here."
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The temperature in the room seemed to drop.
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"What do you mean?" Marcus asked.
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Seraphina's breathing became uneven.
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"I can feel them."
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A pause.
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"Someone stronger than the Architect."
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The monastery fell silent.
Even Adrian's expression changed.
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Because there was only one type of person capable of terrifying Seraphina.
A monster.
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Then—
a voice echoed through the ruins.
Calm.
Ancient.
Powerful.
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"So."
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The voice seemed to come from everywhere at once.
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"The brothers finally found each other."
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Kairo's eyes narrowed.
Adrian's face went pale.
Completely pale.
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Because he recognized that voice.
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"No..."
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The word escaped his lips before he could stop it.
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The voice laughed softly.
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"Have you forgotten me already, Adrian?"
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A figure slowly emerged from the darkness.
Tall.
Elegant.
Silver hair.
Golden eyes.
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And the moment Kairo saw his face—
his blood ran cold.
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Because he knew him.
Everyone knew him.
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He was supposed to be dead.
Long dead.
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The First Obsidian King.
The founder of the Throne.
The man whose death had been recorded nearly fifty years ago.
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Yet he stood before them.
Alive.
Smiling.
- Writer
