Just a little something
Because sometimes when you make one sim... and you decide there needs to be two, and then idea’s start forming.
Tony; Don’t. Devan: You took me here. Tony; To prove it’s back to what it one was..
The two stare at the large crater like holes in the ground, Tony looking at his twin, knowing just where his mind went, back to that day.
Tony: Their being overrun. Devan: You mean, their out-manned. Tony: Yes. Devan: Fine, you guard me. Tony: Are you sure? Devan: It is what we were tasked with is it not? Tony: Yes.
Devan stretched out his arms, tapping into his brothers dragon magic, funneling it with his own. He knew just how to end this, and he knew it was all his father wanted.
Devan: Die!
From the heavens came huge orbs of ice bombs exploding as they smashed into the ground spreading deadly shards of ice. Their troops shielded by ice shields as the screams of their opponent rang through their ears as they were shred to pieces one after the other.
Tony: Enough little brother!
Devan sighed, putting his sword over his shoulder looking at the devastation below, as the war was done, the grip their father had on their minds dissipating, like always, faster on Tony than his brother.
Devan: Enough...
He sighed, closing his eyes letting the ice shields fall, watching the battlefield. He hated waking up again after his dad had control over his heart, knowing he would always be his puppet when called upon.
Tony: Let’s go home.
Devan: Let’s.
The sword vanished from his hands, dissipating into snow crystals, the cheers from the people below not really making him feel any better.
Tony: Hopefully, this is the last time. He has no enemies left. Devan: He seems to always find more.
He landed on his brothers back, letting his magical wings disappear as his brother started heading back home, to the world they had chosen, the world they called home.
Devan: At least it is quiet here now. Tony: Yes, now come on, Pizza today is on me!
🎶 (the music that sparked this idea)
