The Gemini Who Knew Too Much

Ein

It was the end of everything I knew. The silence was deadly as I waited to start over.  Zanarkand was in utter chaos. After all this was 1978. Oslo was my only hope as a photographer and escape from war with myself.

Since I was ten I had known about these powers. The lady that lived down the road had died. I woke up screaming in pure horror. My grey eyes were in fear of death. 

Fear that my own death was to come along. This is my story the blessing and the curse of being born on May 23rd.

EDIT : I'm editing the names of some characters. 

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It was a little past nine. I had just woken up to my alarm going off. I've had to sleep on an air mattress for the past two nights.

Todays the day that I get out of this place that's so close to war. I just feel the calm before the storm. I had to pick up my best friend Cynthia Vörðr She was a small 5"1 women with blonde hair and green eyes who was blind as can be without her glasses. We were sort of like twins in a way except my hair was golden brown and my eyes are grey sort of like a wolf.

I pulled up to her apartment and honked. That's when I saw her look out the window. I could see her trying to hurry and get dressed. She was always the late type. No matter if it was Paul McCartney himself. We both were pretty big Beatle fans. She got in the car and was talking about how she had just broken up with her boyfriend who was seven years older then her and bad news. We were both born in May in 1959. I was on the 23rd she was on the 27th. We were both nineteen and Geminis. Ready to start the world fresh together.

We got to terminal A. We were already a bit late. Leaving this little town in Massachusetts we set off. We got all settled in. That's when Cynthia smiled very large and whispered to me "I think that blonde haired fellow is checking you out!" I said to her "no way!" he kept staring. I couldn't help but wonder if he was Norsk or not.

I shouldn't bother wondering when I'm still in love with my ex Davey. His dad worked in Germany and he lived on and off in the states. He had cheated on me with a guy. He was going through a mid life crisis thinking he might be gay. I still accepted it and was his friend anyway. It still hurt but that's why I was moving to Oslo with my best friend.

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I was going through immigration when that same blonde guy was standing behind us. The immigration officer asked me what my name and birthday. "Jude Morrígna, May 23rd 1959."  As we walked passed the metal detectors the blonde man was still there. Cynthia and I walked to get our bags.

We would be staying with her great aunt Eleanor till we found a place of our own.

I had felt in my pockets to look for my passport. I couldn't find it I started to panic. I tried to open my suit case on the bench next to the belt of luggage.

I was struggling to get it open. Thats when the blonde and a short brown haired man came up behind me and said "You've got to put some pressure on it!" He then smiled and he put his hand out and said "Hei I'm Max and this is my brother Mark ."  Cyn looked mesmorized as Mark went to help her with her bags. I felt this weird feeling as Max  touched my hand as we both went to grab the same bag. My powers felt stronger for some reason.