I struggle. I have to get loose of my brother's talons. He just transformed He drops me over a pile of grass. I slam into the ground. He didn't even drop me carefully. He transforms back. My mind was racing.

"Whoo!" He chuckles.

He looks like he's dancing in the tall grass.

"I have not had that much fun for centuries!" He laughs.

"Fun?! That was fun for you?!" I yelp. 

"Oh lighten up little brother. I got you here in one piece. didn't I?" He raises an eyebrow.

"...Yes..." I reluctantly hiss out. 

"Stop complaining. You enjoyed the view." He punches my shoulder.

"I might've if you hadn't dug your talons into my shoulder." I say.

"It was either that or you hurdling to your death. Pick your poison." He says.

"How...? How can you do that?" I ask.

"I am a Dark Elf. I have powers that you would not dream off that far. You will soon become one." He says.

"No. I will never choose to." I draw away from him.

"Your transformation has already begun brother." He points at my wound. 

"That's why you stabbed me?" I ask.

"Also, you did kick me in the face." He points out.

"That gives you the reason to stab me?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Hmm... you will thank me when this is over." He pushes me up.