But then, in an instant, Omega faltered. Alpha seized the opportunity, landing a powerful blow that sent Omega crashing to the ground. The crowd gasped, and Omega struggled to regain his senses, the world around him blurring.
"Get up!" Alpha shouted, desperation creeping into his voice. "We can't end like this!"
But Omega's vision swam, and he fought to rise. In that moment, realization washed over him—this was not just a fight for survival; it was a fight for their very souls. The shadows that loomed over them were not merely their father's legacy but the dark choices they had been forced to make.
With a surge of determination, Omega found his feet and faced Alpha once more. "I refuse to let this define us!" he declared, his voice steady.
They charged each other again, but this time, rather than fight to harm, they fought to connect. Each strike became a testament to their bond as brothers, a struggle to break free from the chains their father had placed upon them.
In a final clash, they collided, a force of nature that sent them both sprawling to the ground, breathless and covered in dirt. They lay side by side, staring at the night sky, the stars twinkling above—a reminder of the world beyond their father's empire.
As the crowd murmured in confusion, Dan-Porter stepped forward, fury etched upon his face. "What is the meaning of this? You're supposed to fight to the death!"
The dim light of the lantern flickered ominously, casting shadows that danced across the cold stone walls of the family estate. Omega, still gasping for breath, looked up at his father, Dan-Porter, a fire igniting within him. "No, Father. We choose to live. We choose to break free from your chains."
Alpha, the elder twin by mere minutes, nodded in agreement, rising to his feet. "We will not be pawns in your game any longer."
Dan-Porter's face twisted with rage, the very air thick with tension. "One of you must die, or both of you will die tonight!" he declared, drawing his sword, the glint of steel reflecting the dim lantern light.
"Father, please!" Alpha pleaded, his voice trembling. "We can rule together. We can change the legacy!"
The words hung in the air, a desperate plea that only fueled Dan-Porter's wrath. "So you have both chosen to defy me, very well you both shall die tonight."
With a howl of fury, Dan-Porter charged forward, sword raised high, ready to wreak havoc on the sons who dared to challenge him. But before the steel could taste flesh, a figure stepped in front of him—Isabella, their mother, defiant and unwavering
In an instant, the world around them fell silent. Dan-Porter stumbled, shock momentarily freezing his rage.
"What have I done? This is bad; what if her father finds out about this? There is no going back now; I have no choice but to kill them all," he thought to himself, dread creeping into the corners of his mind.
"You foolish bit*h! Why did you do that?" he hissed, sadness creeping into his voice as he realized the gravity of what he had done. "Now you will die as well."
Isabella, blood trickling from her mouth, met his gaze with fierce determination. She didn't flinch; instead, she kicked him away with all her might, sending him sprawling ten feet back. "I will not let you harm my sons," she declared, her voice steady despite the crimson staining her clothes. With urgency, she grabbed Omega and Alpha, her beloved boys, and ran as the air crackled with tension.
But Dan-Porter was not defeated. Rage boiled within him as he shouted, "Get after them, you fools!" Instantly, fifty assassins clad in dark garb surged forward, the sound of their footsteps echoing ominously behind the fleeing family.
As they dashed through the forest, Omega, the youngest of the twins, noticed the blood streaming down his mother's chest. Concern etched across his features, he called out, "Mom! Are you okay? You're hurt, here let me help you!" He placed his little hands over her chest to try to stop the bleeding as tears pooled in his innocent eyes, but Isabella merely kept running, her determination unwavering.
However they're pursuers were not far behind them.
"Give up, Issie! There's nowhere for you to run. Don't make this harder than it has to be!" One of the assassins shouted, a sneer plastered across his face—his name was Moten.
As Isabella continued to run with her sons, they finally reached a cliff, overlooking the stormy sea below. Isabella set her sons down, turning to face their pursuers. Outnumbered and wounded, she flashed a bloody smile, her eyes shimmering with love and sacrifice. "I love you both, my sons. Never forget that," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. With one swift movement, she pushed them off the cliff, into a waiting boat below.
"Now get going, you two! I will meet up with you later," she shouted, then turned to face her pursuers.
"This is the end for you, Issie! There's nowhere else to run. You and those brats will die tonight!" Moten said with a confident smile.
"I will not let you get near my children. If you go near them, I will kill you!" Isabella said, then she took a deep breath and rushed forward, speaking the family's secret art. "Scott family secret art, Dance of the Crane!"
In a flash, Isabella rushed forward and killed twelve of the assassins. Then she rushed forward again and was able to kill thirteen more.
However, due to her injuries, she wouldn't be able to keep this up for long. Moten noticed this, and in a moment of her weakness, he struck at her, knocking her to the ground. Then he delivered the final blow, killing her instantly.
As the boys fell into the boat, gasping in surprise, before they could comprehend what had happened, they turned to see their mother standing defiantly on the cliff, a lone figure against the stormy sky.
"Mommy, noooooo!" Alpha shouted, reaching out, but it was too late. She was gone, leaving only shadows behind.
In the chaos that followed, Dan-Porter's assassins searched for the fleeing twins but found only the echoes of their cries.
" It's futile in looking for them. They were both covered, in there, mother's blood if the fall didn't kill them the sharks in the water will." Moten said with a satisfied smile.
"Are you sure about that Moten? Let's not for get, they are the sons of Lord Dan-porter. I say we, should still search just to be certain they are dead " one of the other assassin's said his name was ubon.
With out saying a word, Moten drew his sword and stabbed, ubon in the chest killing him. Then he kicked his lifeless body off the Cliff.
"There you see, now more sharks will be drawn to this area there is no way, two little brats can survive. Even if they did , they would still die of hunger are thirst."
Moten said with a satisfied smirk then he and the other assassin's disappeared in a flash.
But what he didn't know is that, After seeing Their mother get cut down Infront of them, the two little brat's as he referred to them, decided to flee. For four days, Omega and Alpha drifted aimlessly on the boat, the salty air stinging their eyes and the weight of their grief heavy on their hearts. They stared at the vast expanse of ocean, the waves crashing against their vessel as if mirroring the turmoil within them.