I only own my OC's and the plot
Darkest of Nights , Brightest of Days
Prologue
I grew up by foster parents, James and Trishelle Keltings.
They are nice , loving people who took me and my twin bother in when we were just babies and I love them like they were my real parents.
After all blood isn't what makes a family a family. So why should it matter that Mom and Dad aren't my parents by blood?
Quite honestly I never cared for who my birth parents are. After all they gave me and my twin right after naming us up for adoption.
Since I can remember I looked weird however the people around me don't seem to notice and I never really questioned that.
But I am not only different in looks, even if those are quite freaky, I also have abilities.
Those abilities made the question who my birth parents are a vital one and they made the scarred nine-year old me live in a world so vastly different, I am different.
Differences that nearly got me killed more than just a handful of times.
Differences that blew my chances of a happily ever after.
Okay I am not innocent and kinda asked for it a few times but my stepmother isn't innocent either.
But I survived.
I always survived, maybe because fate had something big planned for me, or because with my twin and my friends at my side the odds were in my favor.
The most likely reason for my survival?
My birth mother was the smartest woman around and planned for near deaths in advance.
You see my family isn't like most ones.
I have a big family the kind you don't want to have.
You see my father is Zeus, big god of ruling the sky and a family of backstabbers.
Honestly someone should give him an award for being the head of the family for so long and not going full-blown insane.
My life is one crazy action drama as the fates decided to throw us all a curve ball and make me the child of a very old long forgotten prophecy.
Aphrodite also decided to add insult to injury and make my love life worth such a grand story.
My name is Yara Calliope Skye and this is the story of me and my twin T. J..
The real deal not what you hear when you ask the muse.
