I guess I am ugly. I have never really cared much for beauty.
Neither did my twin brother, we both use to look so much alike. Didn't help that we dressed alike, and talked alike, and did things alike. But we were both very different. I wanted to be a warrior, he wanted to be a mage.
Then, well we grew up. I became a warrior, he became a mage. He also sprouted taller than me. Way taller. And I stayed a short girl, with short hair and a wide build.
He kept his hair short too, but we never looked really the same.
I have a freckled face. So does he. We both possess magic, he a little more than me.
Our bond is unbreakable, he and I both know this.
We are like two great wolves, standing together against a storm.
Now I miss him, we have been separated for a while now, me going to become a warrior. And him going to be a mage.
But that is life, no matter how hard it is, I will always stand up again.
-Alanna of Trebond