Prologue

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This is a story about battles, death, strength, and weakness. It is not meant for the faint of heart.

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In a family of seven I don't expect much from them. We aren't the best family, we all have our imperfections. Communicating isn't necessarily our strong suite. My family is different from other families, truthfully, we're royalty. I don't mean that like "Oh, we're the richest family in the land", I mean that we're true royalty, like King and queen royalty-only a little less than that.

You could call our group a cult, I mean, I do. We're a close-knit group, about thirty families in all. We live just outside the middle-of-nowhere, take a left, then a right, and here you are. King's Tomb, Louisiana, or, as others like to call it, New Orleans. I know, "Who would call New Orleans King's Tomb?" I ask myself that every day.

Anyways, back to my family, the elder of the cult, or, my dad is named Bartholomew Ramsay-yes I'm serious. My mom's name is Helene. My twin brother is Thanatos. My other brother and sister, who happen to be twins too, are Devereux and Nathalie. And last but not least, Elliott, who happens to the the only child that is not a twin. And my name is Alexandra, Alexa for short, and this is how life as I know it comes to an end.





Bear with me, the first chapters are a little rough around the edges but trust me it gets better.

I promise this is not a cliché! It's 100% original and unique!

I'm mostly writing this because my best friend made me but I wouldn't mind a few happy comments here and there. :)

Please don't copy any of my work with out permission. Plagiarism is a crime you know.

The photo at the top is credited to my friend 33ColdHeartedAngel17

That is all my friends. You may continue. 😸

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