"You remind me of the famous witch hunters, Hansel and Gretel." He watched her carefully.
"I do?" She faked a surprise.
"Yes...so pray tell, what will you do if you came across a witch or warlock?"
Her eyes scanned the area first before they rested on him again. A smirk appeared on her face as she gave a reply.
      "I'd burn 'em to ashes milord."
...

      Cries filled the air, cries of women, children and men who were caught up in the fire or who lost a loved one. It was a horrible and grievous night...many died.
      A little girl lamented and wailed out loud for her mother, she had a terrible ghastly and painful burn at her left foot. No one answered her, no one paid heed to her.
Amidst the sorrowful weeping of people, four brothers where instructed by their parents to escape as fast as they could.
While running, one spotted the little girl and went to help her without minding his brothers continuous shout of disapproval.
       "Hold on tight, make sure you don't let go!"
The boy instructed the girl and she nodded with teary face while tightening her hold round his neck so she wouldn't fall off his back. The five tried as much as they could to escape.
What happened that night left a deep scar.
       But who would've thought that these young youths would grow up differently. No one...
They ruled over a small village, they became strong and shared an unbreakable bond...but will that bond last?
The little girl they took in as their sister turned out to be their most desired obsession...
Will the brothers despise each other?
Will their obsession ruin their bond?

PRISTINE BROTHERHOOD

 She ran at full speed like a professional. She held her orange dress up so she could run well round the crowded market place. 


 While running, she turned her head back to see if the coachman was still after her. A mischievous grin lit her face in triumph when she found him at a distance looking confused and worried. 


 Unfortunately for her, she crashed into someone and ended up falling backward on her bottom. She cursed angrily while trying to get up. 


 She sat upright and glared at the small boy who was a bit older than her. He had fine golden blonde hair similar to hers. 


 "Don't you have eyes?" She spat out in irritation and he glared at her. He wore tattered clothing but he still looked responsible. 


 "Don't you have eyes as well?" He backfired and she frowned, narrowing her eyes at him. He got up and dusted his clothes without even helping her up. 


Problem child