Titus and Titania. Invincible because they had hope: a holly leaf. Pressed between an ancient book, pages burnt and blackened but it still remained fresh and bright. The smallest piece of nature that still lived, a fragment of the world before hell rained upon them. A weapon so hopeful, it was a crime to carry it around: a sin. Punishments so horrendous, unmentionable to any sane human ears.
Children, like angles, running freely without a care in the world. Now all they do is run. They run away from armed-soldiers, hiding in fear. Their minds heavy like stones, hearts blackened by sin and misery. Lost, wandering souls, in a world of mayhem. Abandoned in a sea of disaster and horror; that was their life.
Titus: a starved, scruffy boy with eyes as large as moons and just as silvery. His once jet black hair now covered in layers of dust and grit. A copy of his sister: Titania. Strong, because of her brother, her identical soul. Her mirrored image. Long, flowing, white hair like the endless horror they faced.
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Hope is all it takes
KurzgeschichtenA life that is destroyed for no reason. For no purpose. For war. Two twins that fought through, a world of disaster and masses of blood shed only with the help from hope.
