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"Their power is too great..." A woman, about 30 years old, stepped back as she looked at the nursery.
The man beside her slowly nodded, though he didn't seem to listen. His eyes flicked to pure-black as he looked at the two twins, sleeping peacefully within the nursery bed.
"What do we do with them?" he asked, looking back at the woman.
She was silent for a long time. "They might be able to free their father... Oh how I miss him." She stepped back to the edge of the crib, leaning down to brush the black hair from one's face.
The other man said nothing, simply stepping back respectfully and awaiting his command.
She laughed a little. "Funny, they're little Angels, even though their heritage comes different."
The other man slowly looked at her. "But you're an An-"
The woman whirled on him, her black dress swirling like the wings of a raven. "I am, yes," she said softly, but deadly. "So is their father. That doesn't mean they're different."
The man fell silent, knowing it was suicidal to speak.
"Take them to some families," the said at last. "It's not safe to take them home. Keep them apart- their powers are less, and will make it harder to find them."
"Even for you?" the man asked, leaning down to pick the twins up.
"Even for me," she said sadly, but she knew it had to be done to protect them.
The man nodded, and once he had grasped the hand of both children, closed his eyes... and all three vanished.