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INTRO

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This is a story that happened a long, long time ago. So long ago that details like names, places, and dates were lost even before our grandmas heard it from their parents. The story, however, keeps being told year after year, night after night, especially on the dark winter ones, when the snow falls unrelenting and the wind howls so angrily that you can easily mistake it for a wild beast waiting at your door. For it's a story about innocence and blood, pain and hope, tragedy and love. And, as many other stories do, it starts when there was not one, but two boys.

One of them was a careless being, a free soul some would have said. A son of the sea, born at its shore, and raised near the gulls' cries and the murmur of the waves. And like the ocean, he could rage or offer peace, the dichotomy resting in peace inside him.

The other one was a victim of the world's injustice, one struck by tragedy from a young age but who refused to give up. A skinny rascal who grew up to be everything the world tried to deny him, strong and hardened at the sides, but still able to give kindness, in his own way.

Their paths would have never crossed if it weren't for the curse that touched them both. Their lives were so different that, even if they had met each other, it would have been nothing but a passing glance, a face lost between every other one. Nevertheless, the fate written in the stars works in mysterious ways and so, it was their luck that the push that set these two boys on their way would come from a bite.