Again

Many years ago....

Two identical child High Elves square off in a grassy field, either one holds a wooden pole-like training weapon, the sun settles in the background as dusk quickly approaches. The first of the two elves stands in a very confident stance, calm and collected. The second elf looked to be beaten up a fair bit, bruises and cuts covered his body, cuts that looked to have had some minor medical treatment to stop the bleeding, but that was all. Their father, Orrian Daetris, stands observing them off to the side, his hands clasped together behind his back with no emotion shown on his face. The older elf narrowed his eyes and yells out to the two. "Again" The two young elves charge at each other, one jumping into the air and brings down his weapon, aimed towards the first heads but the other boy easily sidesteps the obvious attack and swings his weapon swiftly and smoothly to the side, hitting the first in the ribs. The airborn youngling feels the wooden pole sting at his ribs, dropping his weapon while crashing to the ground yelling in pain. The other approached his downed sibling and raised his weapon, striking the downed elf once more, aimed for the ribs again but thrusting the weapon in order to pass his guard. The point of the pole jabbing the same if not similar spot and the elf boy cries out again.

"Enough!"

The father yells to his first child, who dropped his weapon to his side and turned, walking away. Orrian approached the downed boy and hovered over him, starring down at his child with a look of utter disappointment. "You are a failure..." His son lays motionless on the ground, not wanting to look up, not wanting to see the way his father looked at him, tears running down his face. " I dont wanna fight..." he spoke in almost a whisper, voice broken and hesitant.

"You -will- fight. Again, and again. Until you are able to beat your brother, and cease being a disappointment to your family name. Now get up and take your weapon." Orrian stares down at the boy with intense eyes but he still refuses to look back or get off the ground. " Beat him till he comes to his senses. " Orrian turns and walked off as his first child walked over, the stronger of the two twins, and raised his wooden pole, striking the downed child repeatedly, strategically hitting him in spots that would not cause serious injury but would hurt nonetheless.

"Stop!"

A womans voice calls out and in a flash a barrier of ebony ice formed over the downed child, blocking the next attack. The area grew instantly colder and the breath of the three elves could be seen as they all turned to look in the direction of the voice. The woman approached slowly and lowered herself next to her child, gently picking him up off the ground, cradling him in her arms, she touched the side of his beaten face and stands, moving back the way she had come. No words were spoken between the two parents, none were needed. Orrian watched her with narrowed eyes, clearly not impressed with the intervention.

"Curse your damned mother... she will make you all weak. Let us go, Malekith." Orrian turned then, heading the opposite direction that the woman had gone with her child. Malekith watched his mother walking off till he could hardly make out her image before turning and following his father.