Everyone has a twin, here in the world I live in. One "Good," and one "Evil." On every single person's 9 month "anniversary," after it is determined which is Good and which is Evil, they are separated by the government. In many cases, the twins are also separated from the family they know. They are separated into one of two groups: the Facility of the Fortunate, and the Prison of the Less.
Pretty condescending for the "Evil" ones, isn't it?
Anyways, I was one of the unlucky ones, in a way. My twin died at birth, before it could be determined if I was a Fortunate or a Less. As I was born first, the government assumed I was Good and sent me to the Facility of the Fortunate.
But their guess was not right; I should've been a less. Would've been a less, if my twin survived.
But she didn't, and this is the story of how I decided I didn't like the way things were run and eventually helped, from the sidelines, to overthrow the government and place someone actually qualified in the position of power.
My name is Lorelai Grim, and I was just as important to the Rebellion as Morana and Thanelle Winters were.
I simply wasn't remembered, but that was okay. I didn't want to be.
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You'll Never Know Which One I Am
AdventureEveryone is born with a twin. They are separated nine months after they're born, after it is determined which one is "Good" and which is "Evil." They like to think their system is perfect, but it's not. How do I know? I am living proof that they mes...
