Description from original post (created 2013-08-12 21:42):
well... heres the part that I'm actually good at ._.Story
Without much hope left in a what the community thought was a possessed child, Light Luthert IV was born with a conjoined twin. In the 1500s, mankind had never experienced such a phenomenal. The people of the Kingdom of Luther wanted to destroy the troubled child, and burn the boy into ashes. The father of this lone was traced back to the infurious King Luther. His anger torched the kingdom in rage, as no other kingdom would declare war against this deadly sight. King Luther had thirty wives by his death, and each of them with almost three children. He abandoned them all, and eventually they would either be found dead, or raised by another family. Light wasn't found until near death, when his body could not withstand anymore. A young woman found Light in an alley, as he began to rot. The woman smiled, as she brought him home, no matter how he looked. He was declared to be killed three weeks ago, but was found here.
Five Years Later...
Light was home-schooled, and rarely went outside. His mother's name was never discovered, but a painting of her was. She was a young red-haired lady, that was very beautiful, and the daughter of King Luther as well. Light was her brother, and she raised the young boy, into a strong man. He was smart, and when time became horrendous in his village, he flew to a tribe north. His mother had came, but never made it. Today, we don't know what happened, but expect she died on cancer half way through the trip. Light was 18 when he arrived to the tribe. He began to study alchemy, and other science. He was accepted there, even though he wasn't normal, they didn't care. After years of studies, and training. He was a strong man, and the two twins were eagered to return to the kingdom, to become accepted.
They prepared to come home, as the two faces they had were not the most attractive, and they may seem to sometimes fall off track, the two weren't kept together from their body, yet their incredible bond. One of the brother wore a mask that was stitched to his body, his second eye did not appear. The other brother's eye was melted into the other one's skin. They had two eyes, just like everyone else. Two arms, two legs, the only difference was that they had a strength of two men, combined they were invincible. They both said goodbye to their tribe, and left to their homeland. Searching for a new beginning.
The two walked towards the edge of the cliff, where the kingdom lied below. As they approached the sunset's horizon, they were above their once home. As they each stepped towards the land, a sudden explosion knocked them both on their feet. Below them, the cliff began to shake, and crack. The edge ripped off the mountainside as they both sled down towards a wall that was engulfed in flame. Below them were their rival kingdom, the Aize's. Their men began to destroy the wall, strike after strike, it crumpled as the villagers inside began to become armed. Hails of arrows struck many of them down, as the wall was about to destroy. The brothers suddenly crashed into the army of men, as both arms seemed to move on their own. One of them brought out a golden-sheared spear, The Talon Of Hope. The other clawed out a dagger, it was dark-sharpened edged, as he slashed it into the air, it seem to leave a glimpse of dark energy. With all their force, they both charged into the battle, slashing the army into pieces. With the kingdom's hope lying in their very hand, they fought with all their might, until they stood face-to-face with their king, King Luther's brother. Their uncle stood tall over his men, as they split into two, giving him a path.
He began to walk slowly towards Light. Without hesitation, they walked forward as well, suddenly they both burst into a spiral of speed, rushing towards each other with such force, the wind blew the Aize's army back. The spear instantly stabbed their uncle in the chest with it's range. The king's broadsword fell, as his army was still on their feet. Suddenly, his other hand swirled into a burst of lightning speed strikes of his dagger. With a final blow, both brothers stabbed their uncle together, with enough strength to decline his chance to slash. As he dropped to his knees, the army behind him seemed to stand in awe. They all retreated as their king began to crawl away. The two brothers allowed them as a cheer behind them roared their uncle to fall. He was then picked up by Light's father. The villagers cried and cheered, as Light smiled, into the darkness of the sky.
