Valari walked the long hallway, his gaze fixated on the carpet under his feet that felt soft under his shoes. He didn't know why his father wanted to meet him, especially after a full hour of being alone with Rasmus. He couldn't erase the image of his youngest brother from his mind, the way Rasmus did it without hesitation, without emotion, it was terrifying.
"What should I do..." Valari muttered to himself, scared to meet Rasmus, someone he admired back in the academy, the instructor who taught him everything. At the same time, he was furious, hatred grew deep inside him for what Rasmus had done to his youngest brother. "Get a hold of yourself, Valari..." He smacked his cheeks to snap back to reality.
