I raised my sword, the blade catching the late afternoon light as I faced my brother across the small clearing. Fenris stood motionless, his hands visible but empty, yet I couldn't bring myself to lower my guard.

"Put the sword down, Arthur," Fenris said. "I don't want to fight you."

"Wouldn't be the first time you stabbed me while I was unarmed," I replied, keeping the weapon trained on his chest.

Fenris raised both hands higher, showing me his palms. No weapons, no hidden blades. Slowly, ...