• I now come before you, the reader, with a tale of woes. This is an incredible story with the remedies of greatness, if preceded into what would be good, instead of off the beaten path; evil. This is the story of two children by the names of Reven and Lila; two very interesting names, belonging to two interesting adolescences. Reven was a fifteen year old boy, whom in his primary school is called, Dark One, for reasoning that even the children at the primary school would not dare to whisper. His eyes were black with a deep-withering pattern of shadow beneath them. His pale completion was never undoubtedly the most incomparably beautiful in his whole village, maybe even the whole province. His face was long and skinny. His younger sister was Lila. She was not dared given a nickname at her primary school of fear of Reven, clasping his clammy, long, pale fingers around their throats. Lila had beautiful long hair, in black locks that hung over her shoulders. Her eyes were bright, vibrant blue with a touch of white around the rims. Lila had been twelve at the time. Dead-looking and unspoken of, the Natal siblings lived in the cold and dark rooms of the Sernious Tower. The days lurked over them, even in the summer, it seemed that Sernious Castle did not ever get bright. Now; reader. The names, dates, and settings have been changed for your own safety. But after you read this, you never know how safe you are anymore.