She is beautiful. She is powerful. The ice to my fire, the ying to my yang. We are two parts of a whole, we are sisters.

I remember days in windblown summers, when my sun-kissed locks were knotted with bows and I danced with the golden butterflies. Back when reason had little to no rhyme and risk was a close associate. We were taught courage, no fear… she made me brave.

She loved me then, when her dark locks shone with painted moon-dust. The kind of unconditional love only two siblings can understand. The kind of love that evokes only the most powerful, fierce sort of loyalty about its essence.

She was my best friend.

We shared everything, clothes, shoes, toys…

After all, we were created of the same cell, split 50/50 down the middle to be born into this world as two instead of one.

My twin.

We grew together, we learned together. About all of the secrets, about all of the magic. We were free to be anything back then, when everything about life seemed impossible and wonderful and spontaneous.

I still recall those memories, those images. Our entwined fingers, tanned in color from the summer heat, waving about as we raced through the underbrush. All of those scrapes and bruises… howling at the moon as the stars dotted themselves across the black back drop of the night sky.

Our cheeks would stretch wide with bellows of engulfing sound and my uncertainty's were suspended. But I was a fool to think that love could transcend. A fool to trust the person who had never left my side.

Chance took her from me, chance broke our impenetrable ties.

I loved her once, in a time when my sun-kissed strands were knitted with bows. A time where she played the dark to my light. I loved her once, but I guess love was her lie.

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Hello All,

My name is Lauren and I absolutely adored The Dark Guardian Series. Tell me if you like the prologue? Should I continue?

~L