"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

His hand hovered near the canvas as he readied himself to start his creation. There was an image in his mind that wanted to be brought to life, it wanted to be drawn and he felt a strong urge to draw. 


 Swiftly his hand began to move as if he was writing randomly, but he was painting, painting the beautiful image in his mind. 


 He became so preoccupied with what he was doing that he forgot about his surrounding. He dived into his world of imagination and creativity. 


 A knock came through but he refused to answer it, he needed to be focused or else the picture in his mind would be driven away. 


 Gradually, the drawing started coming to life but since he was still working on perfecting it, he didn't have time to admire it. 


 His left hand was swift and agile, he was very skillful and talented. Soon the painting came alive and it fascinated him and made him wonder why the picture had always been pushing him to draw it. 


Gift