OPPOSITION
Thus Begins the Tale
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Prompt: Silver
Opposing Twins
“The opposites know, Counselor.”
“Pardon, High Elder?” The auburn haired woman set down her quill to glance up at the silver haired elder.
They have discovered they're mates,” gently whispered the Elder, gazing into her soft brown eyes.
“You know this … how?” She sank back into the arm chair, scowling, arms crossing protectively across her middle.
“I know exactly the same way that you know, Counselor. It was inevitable. You must go to them. Please, mistress.”
She scoffed, snorting softly, eyes closed, shaking her head. Her grimace deepened.
“Aine ...” the Elder broke into her thoughts gently. “They need you.”
“They will not want me. Who would ever want me? A third wheel, a mate who can never fully commit to the bond … who cannot ...”
“Hush.” The slender man stood and moved gracefully to her side. He lay his hand softly on her head. “Hush those thoughts, Aine. The Fates chose this moment, this union. Even you cannot defy the Fates.”
The woman did not move; did not open her eyes. A tear surreptitiously eased from underneath her pale eyelid and slid, forlorn but glistening down her porcelain cheek.