Twin Eyes

Prologue: Gaerian, 1875

Hello! 

This is my favorite story I have written so far. I will probably say that about every story I write, but for now, this is true. I promise not to bore you with lame chitchat before every chapter. This is my one and only time. I guarantee that the next time you see an author's note from me will be when my story is finished publishing on here. Okay, I am doing something a little bit different from what I did with Cresent Moon in that I am posting each chapter separately instead of the whole story at once. The reason being: I'm not finished writing this story yet. Now, I ask that you all hang in there with me because I am extremely busy with school, so I won't always have the ability to post. I can say for certain the first three chapters are ready to go. I will try my hardest to post, but don't try and figure out my scheduling because half the time I don't know it. Anyway...

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Text copyright © 2013 by Katrina Meade

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the publisher.

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The wet, cobblestone street made it all the more noisy as the carriage rushed through the dark Gaerian streets. Upon the door of the carriage was an emblem. The silver cross behind the blood red rose. Beneath the emblem was “Timor non potest tenere in fortis”. Fear cannot hold the strong. A new sound of hooves against the ground emitted as two cloaked figures chased after the carriage on a pair of large black stallions.

                  “My Lord,” the driver called. “They are gaining ground. We shall never outrun them.”

                  Inside the carriage was a man with long white hair that was tied back. He wore a deep purple, velvet cloak. His green eyes stared in sorrow at the two children sleeping across from him. The young boy, who had just turned ten, slept with his yellow-haired head resting up the head of his five-year-old sister. The biggest difference between the two was the young girl’s chestnut colored hair. As the elderly Lord stared, the young girl opened her eyes. Anyone, who did not know her, would have been shocked by what they saw. Her right eye is the same bright green as the man before her, but her left eye was pure white. She could see clearly from the eye but it was white except for the pupil.

                  “Are we there, Grandfather?” she asked in her soft musical voice.

                  “Shortly, my sweet.”

                  The girl shook her brother’s arm lightly. “Brother.”

                  He opened his eyes to look at his young sister. Just like her, his eyes were two different colors. The distinction being his left eye was green and his right eye was white.

                  “Listen to me, the both of you. When we stop, I am going to ask something hard of you. Alyssa, I need you to go with Richard. Nathaniel, I need you to come with me. It is better to separate the two of you.”

                  “But, Grandfather, will we ever see each other again?” Nathaniel asked.

                  The Lord shook his head. “I do not know. Say your goodbye’s now.”

                  Tears filled the eyes of both the children. Five years of always being by the other’s side was now over. They would now say farewell, possibly forever.

                  “Brother, I am sorry,” little Alyssa whispered.

                  “Why apologize?”

                  With trembling lips she answered, “You are sad because of me.”

                  Nathaniel smiled sadly and pressed his forehead against hers. They stared into each other’s eyes. “You and I will always find each other; we are linked by our hearts. Remember that, sister.”

                  “I love you, Brother.”

                  “And I you.”

                  The carriage pulled to a sudden stop. The Lord grabbed Alyssa and jumped outside. He kissed his young granddaughter upon her brow, whispering a soft farewell. He passed her off to Richard who had just finished unhitching the horses.

                  “Please be careful, my Lord,” Richard stated.

                  “You as well. Take care of my girl.”

                  Richard nodded. “My wife is most excited.”

                  “Farewell friend,” the Lord said again. He grabbed his grandson and pulled himself up on one of the white horses.

                  The two rode off to the North. Richard held Alyssa tightly before he rode off toward the West.