(Keona's POV)
Do you know what it feels like? To be trapped... uncared for.... disrespected... even HATED for no apparent reason? They use you then throw you away, making you feel worthless until they need something from you again. Ever since I could remember, I've been treated this way... by my own PARENTS.
You See, my family is special. My father was a descendant from a very powerful elemental family, his purpose to protect my mother- a pureblood, to defeat a life-threatening curse that could potentially kill our race. My father and mother ended up falling in love and had me and Freya. A pureblood enhances any type of power, which is very rare. Many Mages and Sorcerers come for our blood. Whether it be good or bad.
Because of this, I was forced to protect Freya from harm. Whether it be protecting her physically or mentally.... heck, even spiritually. I was always taught to fight with different strategies and tactics to defeat my component. Even though I'm elder to Freya, I was not born a full pureblood. She was the chosen one, she was a full pureblood. I was a half-blood, and apparently, half- blood's are less important to your own family.
Ever since my parents died 6 years ago, Freya and I haven't felt so alone in the world. I killed and exterminated people for the safety of my sister.... with no mercy. Without a care in the world, without sympathy.... it was to the point where it was just... completely natural. What have I become? Why am I such a... MONSTER.
But to be honest... I will do anything to protect the people I love. I will do anything for Freya. She was the only one who cared for me and loved me and.... was there for me.
Every day since I was little, my father would make me train. Train till I couldn't feel anything anymore.... until I was completely numb. Training with my father was hard.... so hard to the point where I felt I was slowly dying. And to be honest... I lost a part of me that I admired the most.... my emotions, my love, innocence as a child...
I lost.... me. I lost myself as a person. When I look at myself in the mirror, I can hardly even recognize myself anymore. Who is that girl I see starring right back at me? When will my reflection show who I am inside?
(Freya's POV)
Life has been good. Ever since my parents died I've never felt so free. Not that they were bad to me, they loved and cherished every moment with me.... but being cooped up inside a house for most of your life is hard! Not being able to help or do something would drive me insane! Keona's so lucky... to be out fighting, coming up with tactics to protect me... she must have such strong relationship with dad. But that's the thing, she doesn't, in fact, I think its the exact opposite. I wonder why mum and dad never seemed to care about her... I mean, she's their first child why wouldn't they?
But how can I really blame her for not caring? Mum and dad treated her like shit.... but why? I don't get it. She's such a bright and funny person... at least she used to be. I feel so guilty, I feel like I should've done something when I had the chance. But what did I do? Nothing, absolutely nothing.
I'm trying my best to help her... I know she had a bad childhood, but maybe I can help her. I love her so much, I wouldn't know what to do without her. All I can do is heal her; my speciality. I guess keona was born with powers more suited to attacking. her abilities are way powerful than mine, she controls fire, water, electricity and darkness. I've never got to see her use her dark abilities but she seems to struggle with it, which scares me a little. I'm more of a defence than attack. I have healing, earth, water, air and light.
I think I know why mum and dad thought I was the chosen one. I mean, I have 3/4 of the elements of harmony which are; earth, air, fire and water. But other than water, Keona has the other element fire... why does that make her less important?
All I can do now is to wait for the people who are gonna take over Keona's position. I wonder how weird it'll be.... living with men in the house. What would they think of Keona? But more importantly, what would they think of me?