The streets are dark as two figures walked solemnly into the silent night. It was a fine night indeed and no one seems to believe of the horrors this type of night brought. The two figures walked into the light of a streetlamp to look up at the clouded sky.
The small figure, a young person of some sort known to be named as Emaara Ithil, brother of Ephael Ithil. Emaara was quite short, about as tall as a child when he/she turns 10. Emaara was gifted with a figure, his face, his hair, was to much of a girl's form. His hair was red and down to his shoulders. His face, cute and heavenly beyond words. Many guys believed that he was really a girl but Ephael did not allow one to touch Emaara, for there was a problem. This prophecy, known as St. Grendel's Authority, was said that the 2nd and last child of the Ithils' was to be a dark prince of corruption and chaos.. One who uses his mind to control others. The only way was to make people believe he was either a girl or non-existant.
Emaara and Ephael's parents didn't want Emaara to be sad and lonely so they decided to make Emaara to look like a girl.. it was successful indeed, but the only thing that didn't change was his attitude towards others...
Emaara and Ephael began walking again after seeing that it was gonna rain soon and Ephael took off his coat to wrap it over Emaara's shoulders,"We'll get home soon." He whispered down to Emaara as they walked hand in hand.
Emaara looked depressed and weak, but under his(Or Her) Beauty was immense strength,"I know we're gonna get home soon.. I'm just scared that someone might come out of those dark places." He said in what seemed to be a soft and beautiful voice.
Ephael shook his head gently as he laid his hand on Emaara's head,"Don't worry about it, I'll watch after you." He said as he laid his hand behind Emaara's neck,"Let's just keep on going without thinking." He said in a pleasent voice as they walked silently towards an apartment complex.
Emaara smiled softly as he saw their parents waiting outside by the car like they usually do and broke out running to them and wrapped his arms around the two,"Did you two have a good day?" He asked quietly as he looked up at his mom and dad.
Emaara and Ephael's mother, Grace, laid her hand on Emaara's cheek and smiled,"Yes we did honey.. come on, let's get upstairs before it starts raining." She said as she laid her hand on Emaara's shoulder,"And why can't you find a girlfriend yet?" She asked as she giggled quietly and started up the stairs ahead of them.
Emaara smiled softly as he held tighter to Ephael's coat whilst their father, Xith, had his arm around Emaara's neck.
Emaara's father, whom had gray hair since he was almost 60 years old and still running a slow company, wore a trench coat and his face wrinkled from the long nights of business and work. He runs night and day to business trips that left his family alone.
Emaara smiled softly as he felt comfortable again and laid his head on Xith's side,"Father, can we go do something this weekend?" He asked quietly as he looked up at their father.
Xith just shook his head,"I have to go to a meeting on friday again.. I won't come home for until monday.. until then I hope you three are safe." He said as he smiled in content and they reached their door.
Emaara, walking in second after their mother jumped onto the couch as he became relaxed and slowly fell asleep.
The night was young, but still growing older, something was lurking in the night but none of them sensed it or knew about it. It was going to be a grieving week.
To be continued.... (Why did I say to be continued? I'm not sure if I'll continue this!
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Submission Name: The Only Way.... [P.1]
