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Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Timeline, near the middle? Just think of it as practice if you may. Any comments are greatly appreciated.

Gale stood up, drawing his sword, immediately pointing it at his brother. "What you are saying is treason. Pure unadulterated treason." He snarled, for once his still composure beginning to crack. "And you've poisoned Tempest's mind against me as well? Tempest, our sister?!" He shot a glance at her, sitting down with her wings attempting to cover as much of her as possible.

The blonde smirked. "We share a sister, yes that is true, but we do not share the same parents. I call you brother only in paper, Cripple." The last word was hurled out from his mouth as like an arrow. He saw Gale flinch slightly at the old insult, his broken wing twitching miserably. "Unlike you, crippled brat of a stupid king, my wings are unbroken, perfect in every way." He unfolded them out in a flash, twisting slightly and sighing in mockery. "You could never rule the kingdom in your pathetic state. Who would listen to such a useless king? Able only to poke sticks at the enemy, while I, can do much much more." Storm swept out a wing, knocking back Gale's sword. His talons hissed as they scraped across the metal, a spark born of friction jumping from their contact.

Tempest gasped, starting to stand, but a hand at her shoulder stayed her. She looked up to find Joshua there, his breathing laboured. "They need to settle this once and for all." He said, looking back up to the scene unfolding itself before their eyes.



~till next,
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