Doom Desire

''The phantom prince twiddled his tentacles. His twin brother stood right beside him at the old wooden door. One of them was to be the new phantom king, for the previous one, their father, had died with their mother during an attack of the jammers. The question was, which one? The two phantoms were almost exactly alike in every way. The elders set up a challenge. Whichever phantom brother fared better became the new king, and the weaker one would be destroyed by the executor, if the challenge didn't. That's why the two young adult phantoms were nervous. Neither of them could bare the loss of their brother. Darkvo and Phantro only had each other. Phantoms weren't supposed to care about their siblings. They were supposed to despise them. Brothers especially. They were competition, for food, for water, for praise and attention. And the pretty girl phantom across the room. Pushing open the doors, Darkvo and Phantro entered the large room, where the elders awaited''.

(WIP, to be continued.)