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Mother always said I was gifted. . .I wonder if it's because I was born with my powers, I'm my brother's twin, similar names, similar looks, but while he was just a normal looking baby, a bit too pale but nothing out of the ordinary, I was born. . .defected one would say, everything about me was normal, I was a healthy baby that cried even more than any other, but one thing was wrong...my hands were black, not like the brown skin tone but void black, from my fingertips to my wrists, on my palms circles of the same black, the doctors tried to clean it off of me but no matter what it wouldn't come off, my mother already knew why after all, and from then on my life was different from my older sister and my twin brother...
"Mamma!! Quel bambino è il figlio del diavolo!!" (T: Mom!! That child is the son of the devil!!) Kids scream every time they see me, I only want to make friends but mother says it's best if I stay inside, she gifted me a pair of gloves to hide my markings and she told me to ignore those meanies. I started to train like mother wanted, learning all about the family and history along with languages like Latin and Greek and French and Spanish and English! But mother also introduced to me a new teacher, one that father hired, or at least she says so, she is kind, she dresses funny but she is always kind to me, I think she wants me to do the magic that mother does sometimes but I can't that's so silly! But I like her, she sneaks me candy when mother doesn't see and calls me "nipotino" (T: little grandson) even though she says things that scare me a bit, but mother says it's normal to have a scary life when I'm a demigod, brother and sister don't know what we are but mother says I'm really special and I can know, but it means I have to train while they play outside with friends.
"Mamma perché nostro fratello non può venire a giocare con noi?" (T: mom why can't our brother come to play with us?) I can hear Nico say to our mother, Nico my twin brother..even though I look more like our mother and him like our father, he gets all the freedom, gets to be a child, I'm 9, I'm almost 10, and I can't do anything outside of training and studying!
"Lo sai già bimbo mio, Nickolas deve studiare, non può venire a giocare con voi" (T: you know that already my baby, Nickolas needs to study, he can't come and play with you) I close the door shut as I hear the reply mother gives, always the same reply, always study or train, never a kid, mother am I really special or did you just want a soldier?
Father took us in this hotel..I saw mother die in front of my eyes..I almost killed my own siblings..I need to stay away from them, I'm glad father gave me a separate room, I can't be near them, mother was right keeping me away from them and locking me up in the house, those kids were right, I'm a monster, I look down at my hands, the gloves still on, those same gloves mother gave me, as some tears trickle down my face..but I can't cry, I'm not allowed to, I need to focus on training, I need to be stronger and prove myself..but all this is useless, I look at my hands again, a glass shattered on the floor, vision blurry to the sides, I've been drugged..poisoned, all these? Just memories of my short life.. I'm sorry for being such a dissapointment to you my family..
"It's not your time yet child" I hear a voice say, I look up, tears in my eyes as I whisper "fates?.." hearing no answer, with that my vision goes dark, my body laying limp on the floor as the poison takes over my body while my conscience is still there, it burns, it burns so much, in my veins and my lungs that I can't stop the tears from coming out, everything hurt, a man in front of me smirking and walking away as I think of that lady, the one that used to train me and call me nipotino.. I'm sorry for dissapointing you nonna. (T: grandmother)