Paradise: Birds Fly at Sunrise

Prologue

Prologue

Lemora looked at each of her children in turn. Both were sound asleep in her arms, their heads resting in either crease of her elbow. Even at just nine months, she could tell that the twins would look incredibly identical as they matured, but for the colour of their hair, their eyes and their Waters.

The child on the right slept soundly, his jet black hair wild from chasing his brother around all day. The blonde haired child was more restless. He seemed to be trying, even in his subconscious state, to move away from his brother, and to not be physically touching him, hard as it was in the confined space of his mother’s arms. It worried Lemora in the selfless ways of a mother. She was resolute upon her decision, but she hated and resented it none the less.

She watched the blonde haired child and rocked him as best she could with one arm, trying not to disturb her other son. He yawned in his sleep, then his face smoothed a little. Lemora scrutinised his face, committing it to memory, and wondered what his future would hold without her.