Tre connor made his way back to the nearby castle where..he knew...his brother was waiting for him.
they all were waiting for him.
upon his return, several of the vampires looked at him. of course, none knew they events that had transpired...but they would soon.
He saw his brother...their leader...sitting in the throne room.
"i have returned Tre Vidal."
"be careful when you mention that name around me brother. some may take it as disrespectful."
"i meant no such action brother."
"i know it. now tell me, what word of Mariasha? did she agree?"
"she...she's...."
a look of sadness and horror crept across Tre Vidals face.
"my private room....now!"
the brothers enter the room...which is securely locked behind them.
"speak freely...only i can hear you in here."
"she is dead brother. she attacked me halfway through the transformation."
"what!? did you even try? you know what this means for us? for our people?"
"i do" Tre connor sighed.
"there is nothing to be done with it now. we must prepare for the arrival of more. they will surely want vengeance."
Tre Vidal looked at his brother.
"you have a choice. go to their main encampment. tell them what has happened and try to reason with their leader. do that, or stay here and fight with us. i leave the decision up to you."
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