Father always trained us to be killers, before that we were as tight as could be. until one day he changed. he was ruthless, hostile and never had time to play. if he did, all he would want to do is fight. twins? maybe on the outside. were as different as black and white. I'm shunned for not being a killer, father was always disappointed in me. after mother died I was alone. I find myself singing alone in the cave. I'm not amazing, but it keeps me sane. I hope someday, maybe he'll come around. for now, I guess ill keep hoping....... ~Syni
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