"Drop the sword Malachi." I say.

"Or what?" He asks looking at me.

"Brother, drop the sword." I say.

He lets out a breath.

"Very well. I can tell you actually mean to kill me." He drops the sword.

"It's over brother." I say.

"You cannot fight the infection forever." He says.

"I'll fight it as long as I can." I say.

"You would protect the elf that has been lying to us for thousands of years?" He raises an eyebrow. 

"Yes. He is my father as he is yours." I say.

"I had hoped you would be less naive." He says.

"I had hoped you would still have some sense left, but there is none." I shoot another arrow.

It hits him in the chest. Blood drips from his mouth. He rips the arrow out. He falls to his knees. I let out a breath. Father looks at me. I feel a rush of pain from my wounds. I wince as I fall to my knees. He looks up at me. 

"You're also dying." He breathes out.

"If it is my fate to die with you, then so be it." I say.

He lets out a breath.

"I would not let both my sons die." Father says.

Malachi looks down. I fall to the ground. I feel the stone. It's cold. I'm starting to get cold. Father grabs me. I see the darkness creeping from my eye lids. The shadows are moving in. The pain turns to numbness. Malachi stands up. He takes out a knife. He limps over to us. Father throws his sword. Malachi grabs it and throws him aside. 

"What are you doing?!" He asks.

"I'm saving his life." Malachi slams the knife into my wound.

I barely feel it. 

"Okoro. Ambia.Ulugru. Ambiano." He chants.

I feel like he's ripping out one of my organs. I almost let out a scream. I look at my hands and I see the color returning. I feel my strength returning as Malachi chants some words I do not understand. I feel something lurching out of my throat.