"No!"
Under the clear autumn sky soaring high, his brother Donetous shouted. Next to him, his brother Amantous lay sprawled in chains, beaten to a pulp with his thick tusk broken in half.
"Stand aside, Donetous! Everything has been decided according to traditional law, so we must kill him and return him to Mother Nature."
"We must return him to the earth before the twins' curse descends!"
Donetous and Amantous were orc twins, identical in build, height, and face. And when those two impious beings were together, anyone would feel uneasy. Like a living lake, they were eerie and alien.
One orc reflected in the lake had come alive and burst into the world as two, with two hearts beating where there should be one. And the superstition about that had been passed down as orc tradition for generations untold, whispered from shaman to shaman, and this time was no exception.
