I really should not be doing this…but I just can't help it!

This is another idea that just popped into my head.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my imagination!

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The King stared down at the baby twins in his arms. Then he looked over at their mother, who was no longer in the land of the living. Her body had not been able to handle the stress of giving birth to twins.

When the purple-eyed child was born everyone thought that was it, then the other one came out. Where the purple-eyed child opened his eyes and watched the new world he had been born in, his twin had closed eyes. Neither of the children cried when they were born.

The King left the room and the cooling body in it to the servants. Hadn't been watching the actual birth and wasn't listening when the midwife told him how healthy they were or what genders they were. He walked to his room and out to the balcony, staring out at the sea. He looked at the twins in his arms again, the purple-eyed baby watching him with the look of a wide old man instead of a new-born baby. The other child still had it's eyes closed, if it wasn't for the fact the king could still hear the baby's light breathing he would have thought the baby was dead.

The King had no use for a silent baby, it just showed that he would not be able to lead the country. His brother on the other hand had been watching everything silently and the king felt that he just knew what was going on around him. He only needed one son to inherit the throne, the other would just become a thorn in his brother's side when he became king.

The King walked to the edge of the balcony and with the arm still holding the sleeping child, slowly extended it over the edge. His arm shook as he thought about what he was about to do, who he was about to kill, what this would make him.

But he couldn't just pay a servant to get rid of the baby because then rumors would fly and his reputation would be ruined…

"I can take him, your majesty."

The King pulled the baby in and whirled around.

Standing behind him was a short figure, covered in a black cloak, the hood up so that it covered the person's face.

"If you do not want that child then give it to me." As he listened to the voice the king realized the voice was that of an old woman.

"Who said I was going to give the child away? Why should I give this child to you?"

The figure shifted and the King got the distinct feeling that the woman was laughing at him.

"Your majesty you were about to throw the poor baby out the window, he has done nothing to you or your kingdom. If you threw the child over the balcony you would be a murderer and if anyone found the body wash ashore it would ruin your reputation."

The King listened to her and felt the need to agree and just give the child to her. Then he wouldn't have to worry about his reputation. Everything would go his way.

"Tell me who you are and how you got in my room, woman."

The figure cackled and took a step forward.

"Your majesty that is my business, that and we will never see each other again after this. I simply want the sleeping child you no longer want."

The King hesitated for only a second before handing the child over. Once the child was in her arms the old woman pulled out a small chain and wrapped it around the baby's neck. One it was clasped there was a brief glow and then the baby was back to normal.

"What was that? You are a witch! Give the child back!" As the King took a step forward to grab the child back, the other twin started bawling, crying his eyes out and reaching his little hands out to his now distant twin. The woman in the cloak looked at him and again the King got the feeling she was smiling.

"Little one, you will not remember your brother once you are older, nor will he, but I know that you two are two halves of the same magic. You will grow into your curse and your brother will as well. Goodbye your majesty, your highness." The woman bowed and walked towards the edge of the balcony.

"Come little princess," the woman cooed, "I will teach you everything you need to know about this life."

Then she stepped off the balcony and disappeared.

The King did not run over to see if the woman was hurt, he knew she wasn't. Instead he walked out of his room to the mid-wife, who looked at him in alarm. The King had a face of shock and the baby in his arms was crying bloody murder. Before she could ask, the King said the other child had been stolen by demons, thus the child was lost to them. In his arm the purple-eyed child was still crying in agony because he lost his brother.

No more questions were asked, no one dared to question the King that night as he took the remaining twin to his wife, who was waiting in their room.

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So do any of you remember Ukraine's human name? I can't remember and I need it for this story!

Thanks!