Yin and Yang | ✔

Prologue

P R O L O G U E

1999, Lockhart

        “Tell it again Mamaw!”  A young girl with shining platinum hair squealed at Mamaw.  The old woman smiled at her and looked to her twin brother.  Both of them were clapping their hands in delight of the story that she'd just finished.  It was their absolute favourite, they never liked any other story.

        “Sweetie, I think your brother is getting bored of the story.”  Mamaw patted the girls head and the little boy frowned.

        “I'm not Mamaw!  Again, again!”  The little boy squealed.  He and his sister cuddled up together, wrapping the woolen blanket around them.  Mamaw chuckled at the sight.  He'd always shared his things with his sister, he never wanted her to feel left out.

        “Alright, pumpkins.  I'm going to have to find another story to entertain you guys with though.”  She told them sternly.  She sipped her herbal tea before she began her story.

        “Legends from our ancestors say that there were two wolves, destined to be with each other for eternity.  It was said that they would bring a great power to the werewolf community, that is, if they accepted the powers given to them from the Gods above.

        “The white one symbolizes the good side to the wolves.  The black one symbolizes the evil side of the wolves.  Separated, they are catastrophic.  Separated, they symbolize each other.  But when they are together, they balance each other out.”  Mamaw was interrupted before she could continue.

        “And, and, and how they saved that little girl!”  The little boy shouted, excited because this was his favourite part!

        “Calm down, anyway, as I was saying.  One day, a small little red wolf was trying to escape from some rogues, who had stumbled across her whilst she was out on a walk.  Of course, she was outnumbered and was on the verge of death when a pure black wolf jumped out of the trees and-”

        “AND BEATED ALL THE BADDIES!”  The five year old boy screamed in delight whilst his sister thumped him on the head.

        “Stop it!  You're ruining Mamaw story!”  The sister complained.  She hated it when her brother ruined the story by shouting and interrupting it.

        “Pumpkin, it's okay.  We all know how excited he gets.”  Mamaw laughed at her granddaughter scolding her grandson.  They were always together but they were never able to get along, well, when it came to story time.  “Yes, the wolf beat all the baddies and saved the day.”  She chuckled and the toothless grin her grandson was showing: proud that he had told a part of the story.  “Do you want to tell the next part?”  She asked her granddaughter.

        “Yeah!  An'... an'... an' then one day, when he was running, he saw a bootiful white wolf who was being chased by the big mean hunters!  An' he beated them and helped the white wolf heal and then they lived happily ever after!”  Like her brother, she squealed in delight and chuckled, causing her brother to chuckle.

        “Yeah, they lived happily ever after.”  Mamaw concluded, watching the reactions of her grandchildren; laughing in delight. They started to yawn.  “Off to bed now, guys.”

        “But it's so early!”  The little boy complained.

        “Yes but look at your sister, pumpkin.”  The little boy did, and his sister was practically half asleep after her little outburst.

        “Oh.  Okay.”  He frowned and stood up, shaking his sister.  “Come on, sissy!  We going to bed!”  She fluttered her eyes open and held onto her brother for support.  He took the role of being a big brother very seriously, even though he was a minute older than her.  He held her and Mamaw's hand and staggered up the stairs.

        Amongst their messy bedroom, was a double bed.  The twins refused to sleep in separate beds.  It caused havoc for the first few weeks but Mamaw accepted that they felt safe when they slept together.  After brushing their teeth (and Mamaw having to brush the little girl's because she was already falling asleep), she tucked them into bed and kissed them each on the forehead.

        Walking to the door, she turned out the light and saw that they both cuddled into each other.  She frowned at the thought that soon, one of them was going to endure a fate that not even she would wish upon her worst enemy.

"Time for a visit to the Fates."  Mamaw whispered to herself.  She needed to know what she could and could not do to protect them.  After all, they were her babies now.