Thread:Aramirtheranger/@comment-25975584-20160418030428/@comment-25975584-20160501005050

Aramirtheranger wrote: "I would rather have died. But instead, Ranla was her usual self, and didn't think about the possibility of my fate being worse than a quick death, and destroyed what little honor we had left in the bargain, bestowing my name on Ciryatur's offspring while she was at it. It's pathetic, what's happened to my family. And now it all ends. Nothing personal."

Arahad feels Arahad's concealed dagger slide between his ribs, the long blade traveling upward straight to the heart, as the elder places the other hand hand to his mouth. A weary sigh is heard from the balcony.

"My brother hanged himself an hour ago, saying his goals were at last complete. You have committed fratricide! You have become as bad as he was!"

The last thing Arahad feels is the sword tearing at his flesh...

Both he, and Ciryatur are buried outside the city, in a place regarded as cursed forever after. The place is ceremonially purified every year, to keep the spirits of the damned at bay. The three other children of Ciryatur spend the rest of their days worrying about their inner demons...