"Mauki?" Trasik mouthed his name incredulously. "How did you even reach him? He hasn't spoken to me for years. Sore loser." She trailed off, screwing up her face in a mask of disgust and annoyance. "He shouldn't have taken a Littan Master Dice in the first place."
Trasik scowled out the window for a moment in thought. Mauki was of the second youngest pair of siblings. He was soft, even though he thought himself on equal ground with his older, more experienced brothers and sister. He had only been playing with a basic set of dice when he saw his first Master.
Trasik wasn't certain what exactly had driven her little brother into obsessing after that dice, a silly little female littan who was not even a good representative of the females of her race. She was short and too lightly built. Mauki never bothered to train her or to fight her … until Trasik managed to trick him into a battle after a night of intense celebration.
Mauki cried like a little annoying baby when the dice was scratched, which had only made Trasik angrier with him and she went too far. No, she had not gone too far, she had taught her brother a valuable lesson against fighting with a dice that was of his own race and kind. It was too easy to get attached and Mauki had proven it.
What was it Mauki had said to her as he stood in the blood soaked sands of the arena?
"You're not my sister anymore. I hate you."
