~Prologue~
The man knelt by his wife's side. Across the room, another man, with another woman identical to the first did the same, feverishly clutching her hand. The midwife scurried in between them, desperately hoping that both children wouldn't be born at the same hour. But they did.
The boy came first, kicking and screaming, fighting an unseen offender. The minute the midwife saw him, her heart sank.
"Oh no."
The man looked at her as she stared, horrified, at the infant she held in shaking hands. Then the other woman sat up a little straighter.
"Amalie? Amalie!" she cried. The other woman made no sound, staring blankly ahead.
The midwife put a hand to the woman's heart and sadly shook her head.
"How can it be? It's our first. Nothing went wrong. Come back Amalie!"
The husband let out a tortured moan and pressed her cooling hand to his lips in a final good-bye.
"Nurse!" The other man gestured to the midwife as the other baby began to come into the world.
"It's a girl, sir."
The wriggling baby girl screamed and thrashed as the cold world enveloped her.
The man was fully concentrated on his wife, who also had grown still. "Charlotte, please, Charlotte."
The woman began cleaning the newest baby, laying her next to her cousin. She gasped again. Both men looked up as she murmured, "It can't be."
They rose and went to where the babies were laid next to each other. They too were startled and began to turn away, for instead of dark hair, like both sets of parents,
They were blonde.
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The Tribes Book One: Poisionous
FantasyKyra and Andy were never normal. There hair was blonde, the looked like no one else in there tribe, and some hated them and called the outcasts. This never stopped the from being good tribe members in the Poison Tribe. But one night one piece of inf...
