Felix


    From the day I was born, I was told I was destined for greatness, the great poem spoke of me, they were sure of it.


    Interwoven souls,


    born as the stars sing spring,


    and fall.


    Opposite ends, of a broken world,


    tied by destiny.


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    With power, to destroy


    or save


    the world.


    That''s the poem, I was not the first, there were many before me. Every 100 years the royal families would go down to check on the war, Wolves in the East and Angels in the West. Every year, as if the Stars themselves commanded it, the queens would birth, on the opposite ends of the world. I was born on the 8th round. I, Felix Argenti. I was the polar opposite of Adrian, long white hair, always neatly tied into a bun, with pale white skin to match, piercing blue eyes, the color of ice, and thin pale pink lips. Usually there''d be one boy, one girl, opposites and all that.They''d fall in love, get married, and have have twins, one Angel and one Wolf. The people weren''t sure what to think when the news reached the Top of the World. Luckily, there minds were quickly changed when they saw us, two baby boys. I with my curls and giggles, Adrian''s blank staring eyes. They thought it was written in the stars, the two of us, sword brothers.