"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

That was the simple answer he read from her mind and it spiked his anger. He was never one to easily get angry but he got infuriated. 


 "I think we need to talk Mae, seems like you experienced a lot of things." He tried to sound calm but it bothered him. 


 "I did Sir Dylan and you don't want to hear about them." 


She refused to speak about it and it made his curiosity pique even more. 


She looked away so he wouldn't be able to read into her mind. 


 "Do you still want my blood?" She asked while staring ahead with a blank look. 


 "I want you to talk to me." He probed and she looked at him with a surprised look but she was smart enough to push every thought aside and focus on the present. 


She let him know but he didn't mind it. What bothered him was her innocence. 


 "You saved my life Sir Dylan, if you take my blood then I'll happily tell you about my past." 


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