Tenebrio and Umbra

Tenebrio looked to his brother, who so often laughed in the face of danger, and whispered, “How do we stop it?” But Umbra would not meet his gaze, and one million pins prickled their way up Tenebrio’s back, crawling over his shoulders, making their way down his arms to the tips of his fingers.

Later when the gloom had completely overtaken their home and the brothers escaped into the hills, Umbra sharpened a stick.