Poison
That was all he was to her.
Prologue
The twins of fate sat side by side, staring down into a glowing pool of misty blue. The swirling surface reflected in Fyr's eyes as he concentrated.
"Are you sure this will work Fyr?"
"We can only hope it does Fry."
Just then Fyr's hand shot out like a striking snake, retrieving from the pool a pair live and writhing souls. They were fused together a very rare thing to see in the pool. Fyr almost felt regret for what he was about to do.
Beside him Fry's breath caught in her throat.
Fyr took a deep breath and ripped the souls apart, dropping them back into the swirling pool. They sunk to the bottom, less bright and lively than before.
Fry let the breath she'd been holding out, grasping her brother's arm tightly.
Fyr kept his eyes focused on the souls, feeling somehow worse than he expected, "It had to be done," he whispered.
Fry nodded, her colorless eyes flickering with sadness, "It had to be done."