It's cold in here. In this empty cathedral, I can see my own breath. My ears throb with pain, I can hear the wind blowing through the walls. I can feel my blood soak through my clothing, through my cloak. Even as i lay here alone dying, I can't believe what they'd done. They...they were my brothers...the four of us...they betrayed me. But how? Why? I can hear someone's voice calling to me. I...I can hear her voice...now I don't feel so alone...the shivering has stopped. I can't feel anything, but I can see my life flash in front of me...everything from childhood...to my brother's betrayal...to my death. I can feel a tear roll down my cheek as every memory, happy, and sad...run through my mind... "Darious! Darious he's coming your way!" a tall man shouted at Darious rode Oden through the forest after the thugs. Darious had brown, thick hair that seemed out of control. He was the shortest of the four brothers, but he was strong. His blue eyes raged with fury, angered by the robbery. Luca ran after his brother as Darious burst through the tree line. The thugs were heading for the village, and Darious was a wanted man. "Marcus, he's coming at you!" Darious shouted. Marcus was the oldest of all the brothers, Luca the youngest, himself the second youngest and Alexander the second oldest.