Chapter The Mixblood Siblings
In the kingdom of Umbralith, where magic danced in every breeze, the extraordinary Mixblood twins, Eowyn and her twin brother Davhil, carved their existence. Eowyn held the shadows in her grasp as a gifted Umbraweaver, while Davhil, her hydromorpher twin, possessed the rare ability to control water. Born of a forbidden union, their dual magical heritage made them outcasts, a secret they safeguarded against a society quick to cast them away.
As King Ramel addressed the people, advocating refuge in the city of “Eldoria,” a myriad of concerns and questions echoed through the crowd. Amidst the turmoil, Davhil whispered to Eowyn, “Should we go to that city?”
Eowyn's gaze scanning the crowd, she replied, “If the demons truly came from the Isle of Shadow, there’s no guaranteed safety anywhere.”
Davhil insisted, “But they promised protection in the city.”
Eowyn's voice edged with suspicion, she responded, “I don’t trust the Council of the Twelve. Haven’t you heard that one of the Council members died?”
“Died?” Davhil inquired.
Eowyn, revealing her extensive knowledge, nodded, “I heard it from our neighboring village. There must be some internal feud among them, and the demons are exploiting it.”
Davhil, still confused, asked, “What does that have to do with going to the city?”
Displaying a mix of irritation and concern, Eowyn flicked her brother’s forehead, prompting a wince. She explained, “It means King Altair’s death could be a setup, and someone from the Council might be aiding the demons. We can’t trust anyone, be it from the Council or the demons. It’s all interconnected.”